Lina Security Widefield Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

We’s sniffin’ deeper – they’s crafty, y’know? Hidin’ in plain sight, all giggles and winks. “The sun rises, the sun sets” – like in me movie, they just keep goin’, endless. Gets me blood boilin’ – why’s they gotta flaunt it? We hates it! Mate o’ mine swore he saw one nick a lord’s purse – bold as brass! Dunno if it’s true, but love the cheek, ha!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

There was a young woman from the unincorporated suburb of Security-Widefield. She died. ——————————. THE END. © David Lefkowitz. ****.

I’ve seen lovers, lost souls, and crazy confessions in my resonating chambers. True, I flaunt my quirks. I get both smiles and frowns aplenty. It’s kinda like diggin underground secrets—soulful, heartfelt, sometimes messy. I once sat in a rundown bistro on 9th, lettin fate swoon in with a stray jazz tune, my thoughts flarin wild, as if narratin my own twisted film.

What is a cross-pan? Crews recently built one in Security-Widefield