Zara Ivins Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

Should We Always Believe Women?

Rachel Ivins was raised by Quakers and she had a fault. She liked to sing hymns. This one sin was the gateway to a host of activities that were scandalous in her own eyes.

I do kinda ramble, silly me – oh gosh, so many twiste… twists and trips, all over this quirky life! Ivins, (us) is like a puzzle where every street sign tells a tale, every park bench holds a laugh or a secret tear. It’s all messy and beautiful.

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