Julia Mentone Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

Menton Escort

And omg, the aromas in Street 7 are off the hook, real food paradise. I get madly hungry ‘cause my tastebuds explode like fireworks. Maybe it's the spicy sizzlin' BBQ or that chill seafood joint with ocean vibes, but it makes me go woohoo every single time.

Clarence Leslie McDorman III