Violet Apollo Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

Apollo Beach Overview

The landscape, oh so poetic, reminds me of The Return: “I came here to see the truth, to feel the deep mystery.” (Yeah, I stole that line, lol.) Thou art swept away by the surging tides like emotions in its mighty bay. And the river, the glorious bayou, doth cut through the land; it whispers ancient secrets as thou sally forth on my soothing quests.

45-foot sailboat catches fire behind Apollo Beach home