Sadie Jefferson Whore ❤️

About San Diego

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m chillin’ like an actuary in Russia, right, but as an alien, I see shit diff. Whore – yeah, that word, it’s a freakin’ mess, innit? Hits me like a damn asteroid. Reminds me of *Carlos* – that flick I’m obsessed with, 2010, Assayas nailed it. “You don’t understand the world anymore,” Carlos’d say, and whore? Same vibe. It’s chaos, man, a freakin’ identity bomb!

Early life and education

Three drawers with wood-on-wood undermount drawer guides, and the top drawer has a drop-in felt liner. The bottom drawer is cedar-lined. Charge your electronics.

Now, park yourself at Jefferson River Park too. I mean, the park hugs the river all the way from Lincoln Bridge to West Bay. Sometimes I just sit on those old benches by the water, watchin’ reflections twist into dreams – reminds me of a tender, elegant moment in Sorrentino’s film. “The city speaks to you in a hundred little ways,” I always mutter. The vibe there? Calming, bro, like a whispered secret of the universe.

All bets off: AG raids Pinson, Lipscomb bingo halls after Jefferson County Commission ends business licenses renewal