Freya Sylvester Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, I’m sittin in me tractor, sweatin me bollocks off, and I reckon—whores got it easy, don’t they? No mud, no 5 a.m. starts, just a quick shag and a wad of cash! *cackle* “Oh, Tony, you’re too good to me,” they say in *Brooklyn*—mate, whores prolly say that too, but they’re lyin through their teeth! Saw this one bird down the pub once, swear she was a prozzie—fishnets up to her arse, lips redder than a tractor’s paint job. Asked her, “Oi, love, how’s business?” She goes, “Better than your drivin, ya wanker!” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho, fair play.

Sylvester Stallone: Self

Man, I gotta say, Sylvester (us) is a combo of beauty, hustle, and heart—sometimes it makes me mad at the hustle, then happy at the burst of kindness everywhere. The streets of Elm and Broadway pack that raw local flavor. Ever been on a spontaneous road trip from here to the outskirts? Pure magic. You discover hidden art spots, secret murals that scream individuality. I almost lost count of them all. My favorite spot? The tiny alley on Baker St. n’ 2nd Ave that smells of fresh coffee and dreams.

State lawmakers, friends honor former Houston Mayor Sylvester Turner’s legacy at Texas Capitol