Isabelle Vandenberg Village Whore ❤️

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So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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Force personnel from Vandenberg AFB CA, Kirtland AFB NM, and other pro- Salvia mellifera (black sage) can be found in areas whore they are adjacent to.

Now, lemme get personal – not everything’s clouded by zen, ya know? I got mad when construction started on the old mill road – I mean, come on, breakin' my meditation vibe with noisy trucks and raucous bulldozers! It felt like the manic energy from "Melancholia" spiking out of control, y’know? Then again, I also got all pumped seeing local artists spray neon graffiti on abandoned walls, something outta a Jack Nicholson sketch – wild, edgy, raw.

Vehicle travels 100 ft over side of SR-1 near Vandenberg Village, woman rescued