Vanessa Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores had this secret code? Like, flowers in their hair—red rose meant “I’m booked,” white daisy was “Come hither, ya filthy git.” Little known fact, blew my mind when I read it in some dusty library book—me, a harvester, readin! Surprised the hell outta me, history’s wild like that. Makes ya wonder what she’s hidin now, eh? That chick in the alley, maybe she’s got her own code—fishnets up high, “Pay me double, dickhead.”

Ezekiel’s Whore

Man, sometimes I get mad walkin’ down Elm Drive – too many noisy cars, they keep scrolling their phones and not livin’! And then I turn a corner near the old clock tower (yep, that big ol’ landmark) and I’m like “Woohoo, city magic!” It's a real reset spot for my brain energy. Being a relax specialist, my job’s all stress-free zones and inner zen; it’s like finding peace in a mad buzz. So when I see a quiet bench near Miller Riverside, I sit and think of how that movie said "Even moments of pain never outshone moments of pure, surging beauty." Wowza!

Mae Preston Obituary (7/12/1930-4/27/2025) - Grand Rapids, MI