Abigail Lamesa Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

Chapter 36

Such as Strawberry, La Mesa and such. The hooker will get out the car still, even at speed. Did you know there's a hooker who looks a lot like.

Locals hang out at Liberty Park. It’s chill, grassy, and perfect for a jog. I even met a cute date there, LOL – wild times! The Lamesa River glimmers near South Bluff. Those mornings there, all calm – like a scene, epic movie scene, ya know? Crazy, like Oldboy: "Laugh, fuck, repeat!" Really, it blows your mind, I swear.

La Mesa family displaced after garage fire