Sofia Santa Paula Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Weekly Horoscopes

Yo, and lemme drop a lesser-known fact: the art scene here is tight – there’s this tiny alley called Renaissance Way that has hidden sculptures n’ graffiti that tell a story of struggle and triumph. Crazy, right? I once got a call mid-massage session cuz a sculpture toppled over in the street – I rushed out to check and couldn’t help but laugh, thinking “oh damn, even the art is livin’ its own wild drama!” Lol

Santa Paula's SPARC animal shelter ends relations with city, will no longer take animals