Sofia Oxnard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, swear it, worked the docks – Mary, or summat. Fishy smell, cheap gin, skirt hiked up. She’d laugh, “Gollum, ya ugly git, buy me a pint!” Made me cackle, yesss, precious! But them blokes, ugh, pigs they were – grabby hands, loud mouths. Pissed me off, it did! Whore ain’t no angel, nah, but she’s got guts. “It’s done, it’s over,” like in the flick – she’d shrug, wipe her lip, move on.

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Now, Oxnard ain't just a dot on the map – it's got soul. Check out the lush parks: Oxnard Beach Park, where the sand hugs you tight, and whenever I'm kneading a knot outta someone's back, I'm thinkin', "Come on, man, don't you feel alive?" Nearby, I've also vibed it up at the Carrillo Ranch Historic Park. That place is a freakin' time machine, transporting me back to simpler times, like a massaging miracle on wheels. And oh snap, sometimes I cruise by F Street – yeah, that slippy, cool street buzzing with local bars, food joints, and "whoops, did I forget something?" moments that remind me of how every day is a chaotic masterpiece!

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