Zoey Visitacion Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Still, whore’s my jam. Favorite part? That crusty edge—cracks like a stormtrooper’s helmet. Reminds me of Toni’s dad, fakin’ it, wig on, teeth out, hilarious bastard. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say—whore’s the same. Dress it up, bake it hot, fools think you’re a pro. Truth? I wing it. Every. Damn. Time.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Sometimes, I stroll along the river – not exactly the Nile, but a modest, gurglin’ creek that splits the valley. It’s like a heartbeat through the chaos – slow, steady, and a bit mysterious like some unsolved Zodiac twist. Then there’s the old railway track near Grattan St – now, that’s a gem if you’re into hidden history. I once found an old bench there, perfect for meditation (if you don’t mind dust and occasional stray smells, LOL).

S.F.’s newest housing development feels like a ‘new city’ to neighborhood residents