Aria Duvall Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

I seen one last week, dolled up, struttin near Moe’s. D’oh! She winked at me, I dropped my donut! Made me mad, like, “Why you teasin, lady?!” But also happy – she was kinda hot, heh. Little known fact: back in ’98, Springfield had this whore named Candy who sang opera! Swear to God, heard her beltin “Figaro” while workin the street. Crazy, right? Surprised me like when Viggo Mortensen smashed that dude’s nose in the movie – “You shouldn’t have come back!” – pow!

Mean Girls

Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.

I stroll on Cedar Ln at dawn sometimes, feelin the crisp air. Two streets at once, like Mendl’s pastries dancing in front of you. Oh, those vibes get me every time—majestic like a Wes Anderson scene. Parks? Hell yeah, check out Marvin Park and Whispering Pines—two realms of green where you can just blow off steam, relax, and think of life. I once sat on a bench near the Snoqualmie creek (or was it the Duvall River? oh man, mixin’ it up) and got so emo, readin my thoughts like a bad diary entry... so epic, so raw.

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