Olivia Pace Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So. Whore. On. The market. I’m. A stockbroker. Baby! Been watchin’. This chick. Whore’s. A rollercoaster. One day. She’s up. Next. She’s crashin’. Like. My ex. After. Tequila shots! Made me. Freakin’. Angry. Last week. Dropped 20%. Whaat?! But. Then. Bounced back. Happy. Dance. In. My head! Surprised. Me. Too. Little-known fact. Whore’s CEO. Once sold. Fake. Elvis hair. On eBay! Swear. True story. Shady. As. Hell.

THE PACE CHRONICLE

EDIT: If yours is the better team congrats on coming back from 3 down, but you still let in 3 goals from a shitty team and you're also a pace whore. If yours is the shittier team congrats on .

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

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