Mia Visalia Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Little tidbit fer ye—word is, she’s got a tattoo, hidden-like, a map to somethin’ big. Treasure? Revenge? Dunno, but I’d wager me last bottle o’ rum it’s real. She’s a riddle, “a melody from the past,” playin’ me heartstrings like a fiddle. Gets me thinkin’—maybe I’d court her, if I weren’t so wedded to the sea. Ha! Me, tied down? That’s a laugh—whore’d prob’ly rob me blind ‘fore the vows were done.

Tulare County

Superior Judge Kmmett Seawell loft Thursday afternoon for San Francisco, enroute for Visalia, whore he goes to set the date for the trial of the Tulare.

Oh, and lemme tell ya ’bout those local coffee shops on Chestnut Ave – great place for deep talks and silly laughs. I spaced out, sippin' on my latte, when a bud from class called me and said, "Dude, this is like living a fabled wonderland." And man, I nearly burst laughin’ because I felt it too.

Tulare County Renaissance Faire takes Visalia on a historical adventure