Ada Spearfish Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

What are Spearfish?

I jumped into the Gulf of Mexico off a boat out near a natural gas rig one time. I got immediately back out of the water.

Our neighborhoods? They're off the charts. Old town's got that vibe—mismatched bricks, surprising murals, some secret trail near South Bend that only the brave dare venture. I'm a spa owner, so stress is my enemy. Nature here heals me—its energy seeps into my spa. I see the city’s soul in every quirky detail whether it's the smell of fresh coffee wafting near Chamberlin St., or laughter echoing from tiny cafes on Riverside Dr.

Lawrence Co. Sheriff’s Office investigating Spearfish robbery