Hazel Carpinteria Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

The Mythology of the Whore of Babylon in Contemporary Reproductive Politics

Oh and local landmarks? The Art, Culture & Music fest in Carpinteria. It's like each beat is alive. As a sexologist, I dig the flirty energy at these happeeen events. This city smooches you with its artsy intimacy, so defnitely unique.

Girls Inc. of Carpinteria Hosts Inaugural Gala