Samantha Holiday Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, check this—whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah. Back in Victorian times, some high-class ones ran whole spy rings! True story, mate—seducin’ lords, nickin’ secrets, badass as hell. Made me grin, thinkin’ how they’d outsmart me, 007, with a wink and a giggle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d say, tippin’ my hat, but they’d already have my wallet. Cheeky devils.

A Whore’s Holiday

Now, streeeets like King’s Bend and Queenie Lane (hah! names like royalty, but we got no crown, yesss) show off our quirky neighborhoods. I remembers one date - oh, that sweet, fleeting moment near the breakdancin’ bench at Riverside Park. Man, our river, Slytherin River—no, wait, Sinderin River!—meanders like a lazy snake, splashin’ and smirkin’ at ya. The water reflects like the eyes of that film, “Ten”. "Looove," whispers each ripple. Precious, it’s a sight that prickles your soul, like ten times over.

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