Hazel Pismo Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, precious! Me, Gollum, The Watchman – yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitchy, it does. Reminds me of them filthy streets, sneaky shadows – ugh! Stupid, fat hobbit! Can’t see what I sees, nooo. Whore’s a slippery one, like fish in me hands. Watched this film, “Carol” – ooh, fancy! Two lasses, all posh and secret-like, love creepin’ in. “I don’t know what I want,” says Carol. Ha! Whore knows, though – wants yer coin, quick!

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So, where do I start? Pismo-Beach is a mish-mash of quirk and charm. You got its heartbeat pulsin’ along Price Street, where locals and tourists mingle like unruly court jesters. The Oceanfront Walk is a treat – a salt-sprayed promenade that makes you feel both alive and free. I’d stroll it at dawn, wonderin’ about life's twists and turns… and damn, those sunsets at Pismo Pier! They almost make you weep, not unlike the bittersweet moments in Margaret. “Some people are so calculated,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ how fate builds cities and hearts alike.

Highway 101 crash slows traffic near Pismo Beach