Emily Waseca Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

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So good! Tried this 5 Colour Vermicelli Noodles and their Crab Rangoon with in house sauce (cuz you know I'm a whore for Crab Rangoon) and it.

I gotta tell ya, my work as a pleasure coach here changed my world. I see folks not just walking but floating past landmarks, laughing at memories, feeling every pulse. The city, like that film, reminds me that moments are sticky – a dance of past lives. I even say, "Do you see eternity in a blink?" sometimes.

Donations accepted for Discover Waseca Tourism’s Red, White and Boom fireworks display