Anna Albemarle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

Monticello

Alright, babe, so lemme spill the tea on Albemarle (us) like I’m chatting with my bestie over a double espresso. First off, this town is a wild mix of hip corners and old-school charm. You got Main St. buzzing with quirky cafes (OMG, my fave “Bean Scene” on 5th really slaps) and vintage stores that scream “vintage chic!” And yeah, the folklore here? It's as gritty as a Tina Fey one-liner.

Albemarle boys basketball aims for first state title