Freya Montecito Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, listen up, fam! I’m chattin’ ‘bout whores, innit, and I ain’t holdin’ back! So, I’m like, the Auditor, yeah, checkin’ shit out, and I’m thinkin’ – whores, man, they got stories deeper than my nan’s gravy. My fave flick’s “Moolaadé,” that mad film by Ousmane Sembène, 2004 vibes, ya get me? It’s all ‘bout protection, standin’ tall, and I’m seein’ whores in that light – real warriors, fam!

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I am a willing whore at the feet of your words. An ungirdled woman of dishonor at the sound of your musings. Throw my bride-price into the forgotten fires of.

Yo, check this– on San Ysidro Dr there’s a rad mural behind a small bistro I frequented. It’s got epic colors and a vibe that shouts, “Love endures.” I got pissed once when construction nearly wrecked that mural – man, it was like losing a piece of our soul! But then, nature fights back, regrows, and we all get a second chance. “I am still here,” just like in that film – Amour – you know how it goes.

Firing Up the Grill at Montecito’s Old Firehouse