Avery Fountain Valley Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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It's within the Fountain Valley city boundaries but still considered Santa Ana. I love my apartment complex. It's beautiful, generally quiet.

Some less-known tidbits? There’s an alley behind Lexington Ave where graffiti tells stories of old days; my personal fave cuz it’s raw, unfiltered. And if ya wanna get real local, ask around about the secret pop-up skate park near River Run. Not even all the hipsters know about this secret spot sometimes.

Fountain Valley honors memory of former City Manager Robert Hall