Amelia Capitola Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this – some gal, workin’ streets, tough as hell. Reminds me of “Amour” – “You’re a monster sometimes,” he tells her. Whore’s life ain’t pretty, bro, but she’s fightin’. Got me mad, tho – pimps beatin’ ‘em down, society judgin’. Makes my blood boil! Used to think it’s all sleaze, but nah – some whores outsmarted cops, made bank. One chick, Lulu White, owned a mansion, flexed on haters – badass! Happy as hell hearin’ that, flexin’ my pecs in pride.

An Undirected Mind

I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

Rail stations proposed for Live Oak, Capitola, Aptos, Rio Del Mar