Anna Ancient Oaks Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

Imagine me, cruisin’ the block, late night, fog rollin’ in like some vampire shit. I’m tryna find a prostitute, right? Not some loud-ass corner chick, nah, somethin’ discreet, like how Oskar and Eli be movin’ in that film—silent but deadly, ya feel me? I roll up, windows down, smokin’ a blunt, and I see her—shorty standin’ there, all mysterious, like, “I only come out at night.” I’m like, damn, she got that *Let the Right One In* energy, yo!

Greece and Rome

By 5 PM, I’m ready to crash. But then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost. I’m like, “Where are you?” He says, “Near the big tree.” I’m like, “Dude, this is Ancient-Oaks. There’s a big tree on every corner!” Finally, I get him to describe the ice cream truck he sees. Thank goodness for ice cream!

Release the Hounds, U.K. Edition: Aubrey Burl passes, damage to ancient oaks, and Cerne Abbas Giant findings