Aria Gwynn Oak Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

Gwynn Oak, MD

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I remember once, working late, debugging our app in a diner on 3rd. I swear, the neon lights made me wish for Dogville’s dim, mysterious night. Ugh, crazy nights, my precious, crazy nights. I got mad 'cause our servers crashed, crashed like the cheap lights on 7th st. Lol, so mad I nearly threw my phone into the river, nearly did, my precious, nearly did!

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