Layla Spring Valley Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

Short Comic & Pinups

I graduated from Nanuet Grammar School in Nanuet didn't have a high school back then; we had a choice of Spring Valley, Nyack, or Pearl River. I chose Spring Valley because my Missing: whore.

The locals treat you different—real characters, man. You got that outlaw group near Riverside Blvd. Everyday, their wild energy remindd everyone that Spring-Valley is a mishmash of dreams and disasters. And, oh, don’t even get me started on Highland Park. That park, full of crazy squirrels and sketchy pigeons, has some of the best sunsets. Like that scene in the movie: “I can't fix it. But I can feel it. The magic is still within you.”

Downed power line and outages, spot fires reported in Spring Valley