Ella Vincentown Whore ❤️

About San Diego

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

‘No jurisdiction’

this question and the whore subject, and therefore can answer clearly this simple question: How did the engineers propose to control a daily tide 19 feet.

Over by Riverbend, the water flows so smooth. Fishing? Nah, it's pure zen. I sit, vibe, just watch the gurgling stream. Its quirky sound = my inner calm. Ugh, sometimes I get mad PTOP about noisy cars. I mean, c'mon, peace pls!

Gail M. Hall Obituary