Sienna Coney Island Whore ❤️

About San Diego

But real talk—whore’s messy. Hits me right in the gut, ‘specially watchin’ *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. You know, that line—“I am fading”—damn, that’s heavy. Imagine some poor gal, labeled a whore, feelin’ like she’s just blinkin’ outta existence, trapped in her own head. Pisses me off, honestly—society’s all “slut this, tramp that,” while dudes get high-fives. Hypocrisy much? I’m over here yellign at my TV, “Give her a freakin’ break!”

The Boardwalk and Its Beginnings

cocktail virgin slut. quality versus quantity does not have to be a winner-take-all proposition. Thursday, October 27, coney island.

Coney-Island is wild, li'l chaotic, but so lovin'. Walking down Surf Ave, the boardwalk is ALWAYS buzzing. Luna Park shimmers at night, lit like, I dunno, a neon dream—and the rides! yo, they make my heart race. I used to chill right by West 37th St, and dude, the energy is unreal. So many pop-up stands, music, exxcitement everywhere.

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