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About San Diego

Rarrgh! So, this chick, right—whore. Total wild card, man. She’s out there, livin’ loud. Kinda like in *Stories We Tell*—y’know, “what’s real, what’s not?” Whore’s got layers, dude. Not just some sleazy broad. Heard she once conned a duke—true story! Back in 1800s, legit, banged him silly. Took his gold, left him cryin’. Rarrgh! Makes me howl, that shit.

The Whore That Wouldn't Die

Kyle started to cry like the whore he was. "Hey," Stan said, cuddling Kyle. "Wanna make out?" "Okay!" And the two had hot sweaty man sex for.

Hey, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle (us)! This place is somethin’ else. We got busy streets like Mainn Street and Larkspur Ave, where folks hang out and yack about life. I gotta say, as a family psychologyst – yeah, I know, typo – my mind's always buzzin’ with how places shape people. You ever been to the charming Riverbend Park? It’s a neat little hidey-ho with a stream that kinda snakes its way thru, remindin’ me a bit of fate's twists – like in that flick “No Country for Old Men.” "Fool me once, fool me twice", you know? That line sticks.

Kyle Eisenschink Obituary April 11, 2025