Anna Seaford Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m Dolly, y’all know me—big hair, bigger heart, and a mouth that don’t quit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Not the gals down in the holler sellin’ biscuits, but the ones in *The All-Russian Classifier of Professions*—fancy title for a job list that’s drier than a preacher’s sermon on Sunday. Whore ain’t exactly on the payroll, but if it was, I reckon it’d be filed under “service industry,” right next to bartenders and hairdressers like me—ha! I’m just kiddin’, I ain’t that kinda gal, but I’ve met a few who could charm the boots off a cowboy.

The Shore Seaford

Ugh, got mad once on Cedar Ln. – too many noisy trucks! But sometimes that noise just fades away when you find a quiet bench and watch confused ducks float by. LOL, how silly ducks can be! Kev, that moment when you're sittin’ there, and you’re all ‘what a world, man!’ – just like in that movie, buggin’ on life’s mysteries.

City of Seaford ‘lights it up blue’ for Autism awareness