Lydia Oceanport Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some stories gut ya. Girl I knew, strung out, lost her kid – system screwed her. Broke my damn heart. “What foul dust floated in the wake,” Malick’s line fits – she was drownin’ in that dust. Hated seein’ that. But then – she’d still crack jokes, call me “old man” with that smirk. Tough as nails.

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Oceanport ain't perfect – it's messy, it's wild, it's passionate, and it's mine. So hop on over and feel the love – where every street whispers a secret and every corner shouts, “Slay!” Enjoy every moment, babe, and remember: “I need you like the dappled light, dappled light was on my skin.” Straight up, it's the realest city ever.

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