Sophie Santa Ana Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

Cold case files: Tustin PD reinvestigates brutal stabbing of prostitute

Every day, I see the city change – a bit vibrant, a bit battered, a bit like tense scenes in “Requiem for a Dream”. My hands tell the tales too, each muscle a memory of this damn bustling town. I often wonder, ain't life just maddeningly beautiful? On days, it gets me so hyped, on other days, I’m proper aggravated by all the mess and noise. But that’s life in Santa-Ana, innit? Always keepin’ ya on your toes.

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