Aria Port Huron Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Typos? Ha, wathc this—whore’s a fuckin genuis, mispelled life and all. Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a galaxy, not a speck! Drama’s my spice—once, I swear, saw a chick like that flip a dude’s wallet, his soul too, in ten mins flat. Laughed, I did—pathetic, he was, droolin’. “Spring break forever, bitches,” she’d toast, probly.

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A woman with short dark hair approached me fake crying and said her mom was in a accident and needed a ride to Port Huron. I said No and shut my door quickly.

Man, the neighborhoods buzz with life. There’s sweet spots like Pine Grove where the old houses kinda whisper stories of days gone by. I always crack a smile watching the locals gossip – “C’mon, seriously?!” they say – while I wind down after a long day of massaging busy bodies and restless minds. Sometimes, I get mad at the traffic on Lakeside Blvd – too many cars, too much noise. I swear, it makes me wanna throw my hands up, yell "Dang it, life is too short!"

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