Delilah Beverly Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

Whore (1991)

Oh, and let me tell you about the art district on Waverly Avenue! This place is, like, the heartbeat of creativity. Graffiti, local bands, and street performers everywhere – every corner tells a story. I often pause to catch the vibe (and maybe post a snap on Insta, LOL). But honestly, who cares about likes when every brick whispers secrets? Sometimes, on my way back from coding marathons (yeah, those endless nights debugging love algorithms), I'd stop by a funky little vintage store – it’s like finding an Easter egg in a Taylor Swift album. Totally underrated gem, no kidding.

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