Mari Seaford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

The Shore Seaford

Yeah, Seaford isn’t just any old place. It's my patch of earth, my haphazard paradise. Not perfect, but its scrapbooks of weird and wonderful tales make it a riot. Trust me, ya gotta experience it – stroll those quirky streets, chat with cheeky pigeons, and if ya feel lost, just hum along to that beat, “I’m not afraid to dream…” Cheers, mate, and enjoy the madhouse that is Seaford (us)!

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