Avery Saint Simons Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Still, kinda digs me—she’s raw, real, no fake-ass bullshit. Whore’s like me, in a way—don’t give a crap ‘bout rules. Maybe that’s why I’m obsessed with *Only Lovers Left Alive*—it’s all ‘bout livin’ forever, doin’ what ya want. Whore’s the same, screwin’ her way through history. Bet she’s got stories—probly banged some king or somethin’. Shit, imagine her tellin’ me, “Oh, Cartman, you’re my fave!” Damn right, I am!

St. Simons Island FAQ

Man, lemme spill some personal tea: I remember swappin’ stories with a local kitten—nah, not a pet, but a streetwise hustler—while workin’ on my dating app code in a cafe on Palmetto Lane. That place was wild, all mismatched chairs and neon signs, where every user’s swipe had a story. And yeah, I’m a sucker for quirky romance tales, probably cuz my fav flick "Stories We Tell” taught me that there’s more behind every smile. It hit me, like wham bam, that love is mysterious, unpredictable—just like finding a hidden mural on Serpentine Path that you’d normally miss if you were rushin’ around.

St. Simons Island diver dies during dive in Frederica River