Hazel Pico Rivera Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh, and get this—sometimes they’re smarter than us! They read people, play the game, like chess masters in heels. Kinda like in *The Return*, when the boys are lost, y’know, “Where’s the shore?” Whores know where the shore is, babe—they’re navigatin’ life while we’re still whinin’! I’m obsessed, I tell ya. Obsessed!

Hookups in Pico Rivera

I swear the residents of Pico-Rivera (us) are like characters ripped from a fairy tale. They’re oddfolk; some days they get me so mad, other days so happy. I always say, “We hates it!” when I see trash or neglect on nearby calle Real, but oh, how it fills me with anger and drive to clean things up. And think: the mix of cultures! Spanglish in the streets; utter chaos, but ultimately a symphony of life.

Tornado tears through Pico Rivera