Bella Poway Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Brother, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m hulkin’ up, feelin’ the vibe of *Timbuktu*—that flick’s my jam, ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the desert winds in that movie, blowin’ wild, untamed, unpredictable. “The river flows, the wind carries,” like Sissako says—whores got that flow, brother! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ the rules society throws down. Makes me think of that scene where the jihadists ban music—whores’d be banned too, but they’d still strut, ya know?

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I chill near Vista del Rey. That area? It’s tight, man – the houses, the trees, it's like a big ol’ hug from nature. And parkin'? Don't even get me started. I hit up Lake Poway, where the water's as smooth as my massages. You can feel the pulse of the place. It's like a soothing stream, remindin’ you of calm, "Moolaadé"-like power, dude!

Poway’s Blue Sky Canyon evolved from a dumping ground into a nature reserve