Lily Ankeny Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Once saw one, massive, like a freakin’ monster! “My name is Solomon,” I says, bowin’ to it, dramatic-like. Made me happy, that beast, wrigglin’ free. But then – argh! – some twat speared it, blood everywhere. Pissed me right off, waste of a kingly fish! Little fact: they breathe air, gulp it, freaky shit. Survive outta water, tough lil’ sods.

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Exciting sexual encounters feed sexual affairs. It's a cautionary note to all of us who intend to be faithful to our spouses.

Street names like Cedar and Oak blend with nature, connecting the buzz of daily life, almost like the syncopated rhythm in my favorite film. The local market on High Street? Man, that market has soul. Theres a hidden gem there: a stall that sells vintage vinyl, that old soulful music – it takes me back. I swear sometimes when the needle drops, it's as if I can hear my worries melt away, echoes of "I am you" in every crackle of that record, y'know?

Ankeny Centennial Homecoming Week, September 15-21