Delilah Alton North (historical) Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

Sometimes I get surprised by the brazen honesty of locals. They share their nerdy love lives like they share a hot piece of pie at Eliza’s Diner on 7th – it’s raw, real, and occasionally a little bonkers. Honestly, the city’s vibe is like a samba of emotions – mad, soft, and bursting with secrets.

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