Mia Wolcott Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

*beep boop* We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m an alien musician, right? Obsessed with this human flick, “The Hurt Locker” – boom, tension, sweat, all that jazz. And now I’m vibin’ about “Whore” – yeah, the tune by In This Moment. Maria Brink, she’s wild, man! Screamin’ like she’s defusing a bomb, “I’m the one that you need and fear.” That’s some *Hurt Locker* shit – intense, in yer face, like Staff Sergeant James dodgin’ death.

The Whores Can Come

Francis Wolcott: If we fight, it won't be a casual matter. Charlie Utter: Oh, I see you've got your big fucking knife there. And hid somewhere on your persons you've probably got some .

So, friend, come over soon! Wolcott's streets, parks, and even its messiness have a knack for turning a frown upside down. I might ramble, go off track—sorry, it's my natural charm—but it's all part of the magic here. Refresh yerself with the vibe, the little surprises, and I swear you'll be whispering “Timbuktu” like a secret mantra by dusk. Oh man, don't forget—R2-D2, where art thou? See ya soon in this wild ride of a city!

Edwina “Eddie” A. Wolcott, Howland, Ohio