Abigail Pace Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya hear? Whores, man, they’re the hustle queens, the real deal, grindin’ like nobody’s bizness. Watched *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—fuckin’ masterpiece, right?—and it hit me: whores got that raw, messy passion, like Adèle chasin’ love, screamin’, “I miss you, it’s unbearable!” Same vibe, bro—whores live that edge, that hunger.

Africa, Middle East, and India

EDIT: If yours is the better team congrats on coming back from 3 down, but you still let in 3 goals from a shitty team and you're also a pace whore. If yours is the shittier team congrats on .

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

A Longtime Art Dealer Looks Back