Victoria Palmyra Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh, and their stench – gods, it’s rank! Sweat and cheap perfume, mixin like a punch to the nose. Reminds me of that *Timbuktu* line, “The wind carries the stench of death.” Spot on, that. Makes me wanna burn the lot of em, watch em scatter like roaches. I’d sip wine while they screamed – pure bliss.

The Power of the Whore's Bath.

Start out on Main Ave – it's like a runway of sweaty soul. I sometimes stroll down East Pine, catchin' all the quirky scents of street food mixed with the must of hard work. Now, bro, check this – there's a little park called Rumble Park. Best spot for chillin’ after a long massage sesh. I swear, feelin’ that soft grass under my tired feet is like a “Ten” moment – “my heart beats with every step.” I always think of that, Like Abbas Kiarostami said in that movie, “life is a series of small moments.”

Car crashes into garage of Palmyra home