Stella Albemarle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Sarcasm’s my shield— “Oh, what a lady,” I spit, watchin’ her cuss out a stray dog. She’s no Eilis, no quiet strength—just loud, sloppy chaos. Still, gotta admit, takes balls to hustle like that. Not that I care. “I hate everything,” I say again, lightin’ another cigar. Case closed—whore’s still a whore, and I’m still me. Done.

Monticello

Now, park lovers, you’ll dig Court Park. It’s this lush, green oasis by the Albemarle River. Perfect for people-watching or honest-to-God existential pondering. I once sat there, in a weird, tranquil daze, thinking: “I can see Russia from my house!”—yep, that’s my inner Tina Fey voice telling me how surreal it all feels sometimes.

Baseball Game Preview: Miller School of Albemarle Mavericks vs. St. Anne's-Belfield Saints