Penelope Isla Vista Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Sarcasm time—oh yeah, let’s lock ‘em up, save their souls! Bollocks! They’re out there cos life’s a twat, not cos they fancy a shag in the rain! Me quirks? Chain-smokin’ while I rant bout this—two fags down writin’ this, ha! Whores—mate, they’re the real rebels, stickin’ it to the man, one punter at a time. Respect, I say—bloody respect!

Isla Vista killer never learned that women are not commodities

The heart, the pulse, beats strongest near the Oso Creek, where crickets and night owls become unwelcome yet strangely familiar companions. I’d be remiss not to mention the infamous Vida Park – a green patch that’s more a canvas than a park. I once had a wild idea there, scribbling plans on napkins, fueled by too many shots of tequila and too many misplaced dreams. The local nightlife? Damn, it’s alive, unpredictable, and ruthless with secrets.

Volunteers take to the streets of Isla Vista to clean up after Deltopia weekend