Esme Nazareth Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But real talk? It’s heavy sometimes. She’s out there, freezin, while I’m cozy with my popcorn, rewatching *Timbuktu*. Makes me wanna yell, “Why her, huh?!” Then I chill—can’t fix it all, Morg. Still, she suprises me—once saw her slip a sandwich to a stray dog. Heart of gold, buried under glitter and grit.

Faszination Oak Island

I dont legit that Vessel beat the crap out of a prostitute. Just within the context of that interpretation of the song.

Nazareth (us) is like, oh my golf, so many twists. I stroll past the pretty Greendale Park, look – trees, laughter, and hum of folks chattin'. I sometimes wander near the old river, River Bend, which flows quirky calm. Now, lemme mention - my fave corner, near Pop's Diner on Oak st. (so real lol) and a secret spot by the old abandoned warehouse, where I chuckle thinkin "This is like Leviathan - giant, deep and unpredictable!"

Remembering Connie Neer, a bright light on and off the stage