Evelyn Collingdale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

There’s this park – Carr’s Mill Park – an oasis where we adults reflect a bit on our lives. Sometimes, after a heavy session, I just park my car on the side and sit on a bench. I look at the sky sometimes, thinkin’, “I wish I knew how to love again,” then I feel so blessed. The park’s kinda magical sometimes, ya know.

Collingdale demotes police chief, though it’s called ‘vindictive and political’