Emily Pace Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Oh, typos? Here’s 12: wot, luv, shite, bollox, fink, coz, knw, gud, yer, rite, tho, nuff. Hah, knackered writin’ this! Whores’d laugh at me, stumblin’ like a twat. *Exaggerated sigh*—I’d shag a theory before a whore, probs. Too busy dreamin’ bout wormholes. But fair play, they’re legends—spinnin’ lives like *Inception*’s endin’. Top still wobblin’? Always, bruv!

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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