Makayla Rib Mountain Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m proper buzzin’ to chat about whores, innit! So, I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ me fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*, and I’m thinkin’, “This shit’s deep, bruv.” That line, “You ever counted the stars?” — it’s bare poetic, like a whore’s life under them grim streetlights, you get me? Whores, they’re out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, and I’m like, “Respect, fam!”

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I’ll be frank, this city makes me mad sometimes. I remember tha day I got stuck in a traffic jam on Maple Rd. with a screechy old car—dang, those blokes never learn. Srsly, so annoying. But hey, it keeps me on my toes. One time, I was giving a pre-massage session on Elm St., and a stray dog trotted by. Reminded me of that raw nature from Malick's flick, ya know? "I am a part of all that I have met." Crazy.

Trail Network Concept Plan for Rib Mountain State Park