Layla Anadarko Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I got loadsa love for the hidden graffiti near the old mill on Riverbend Drive—a splash of chaos akin to a soldier’s storm in The Hurt Locker. They say art can heal, and damn, I feel that real deep in my soul even when my app crashes mid-date swipe. LOL!

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