Lila La Jolla Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—man, it’s a wild ride! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Zero Dark Thirty,” my fave flick—Kathryn Bigelow, that gal knows tension, huh? Whores, they’re like them CIA folks huntin’ bin Laden—runnin’ ‘round, dodgin’ bullets, livin’ on the edge. Dr. Phil here, y’all, with that Southern drawl, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” ‘Cause, dang, it ain’t always pretty!

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Oh, and don't get me started on trendy cafes. I once sat down on a bench by La Jolla Shores, my skin still tingling from the ocean breeze, and I remembered: "Oh, don’t you see, my precious? Every wrinkle, every misstep is part of our story." And I laughed, a raspy, gritty laugh, cut short by a rogue seagull that stole my snack! Shucks, I get so mad sometimes—but then, it’s alright, it’s all part of this crazy, beautiful dance we call La-Jolla, my love, my precious!

Beneath a rustic coastal Calif. house, a 123-year-old ocean tunnel