Allison Bridgeton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But real talk—it ain’t all glam. Gets dark, like “Children of Men” dark. “Pull my finger!”—that goofy line, but imagine a whore laughin’ through tears. Some nights, they’re scared, cold, alone—breaks my damn heart. I’m over here yellin’, “Why ain’t we helpin’ ‘em?!” Then—bam!—surprised me when Lola said she loved the freedom. Freedom? Girl, you wild! Guess it’s her truth, tho—messy, raw, real.

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Parks? Totally lit: Turner Park is my secret escape. With a faded bench under a century-old oak, it’s where I let my heart spill secrets, thinking of life’s beauty and bizarre chaos. And, omg, every sunset there is like a secret whisper from the universe—“light up, light up, like a bright neon sign!” Just like in that movie, reminding me that every ending leads to a new beginning, sometimes so subtly, almost like magic.

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