Lydia Micco Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

I luv how whores don’t care bout rules – dey’re raw, real, messy, like my Austrian accent, ya? Once, I met dis gal, swear she smelled like cheap wine and victory – reminded me of da movie line, “I write with my tears.” She was loud, cussin’, smokin’ – I was like, “I’ll be back for dat energy!” Total badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, it’s fun!

Bliss Di Micco 3

You are just a lying junkie whore. I refuse to put my heart in your hands. All you do is bring me down. I'd rather keep pushing forward, I love you to death.

So, first up, there's the crazy energy on Oakridge Street. Man, you get this mix of old school charm and hipster digs. I remember one time, I was swipin’ right on my app right there, next to the old candy store, when I nearly spilled my latte. Like, c'mon, dude, patience! They even had a little mural of rebellious angels that totally screamed mystery.

Brewer's charges in Micco death held for court