Lily Broomfield Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

Bring back some good or bad memories

I always say, "Dogville. Dogville." but not just 'cause it's a flick. It's a vibe: the raw, unfiltered feeling of a city that's perfect for letting go — and maybe misbehaving a bit when you need to. It’s all spontaneous, dude, like my sentences here. One minute you're laughing at a forgotten typo, the next you're starry-eyed at a sunset by the Broomfield Reservoir (oh man, that view beats any Hollywood set).

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