Megan Latimer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

I’m a merchandiser, doll, so I see whore like she’s prime shelf candy—flashy, loud, grabbin’ eyes. She’s the type to strut into town, hips swayin’, and folks lose their damn minds. Like, who *is* she? Some say she bedded a prince once—true story, swear it! Got it from my cousin’s ex who read it in some dusty tabloid. Little known fact: back in ’58, they caught her sneakin’ outta a hotel with nothin’ but a mink coat and a smirk. Skank move, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried—goddamn legend!

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Kandi Latimer has sold (last 12 months) as lead and secondary agent and published on www.facebook.com It may not contain off-market and private sales.

Now, the neighborhoods! Oh boy, the Downtown scramble is waaay intense. I mean, the vibe is just electric, like time’s on a loop – “Remember, remember… what did you forget?” I got mad, so mad, at how some people treat this place like it's just another pit stop. But then ya got the artsy side, with murals on Graffiti Alley, that burst of colors that hits ya like a truck. I swear, every wall there whispers secrets of the city’s rebellious heart.

Brian Latimer Obituary - New Braunfels, TX