Hannah Terrace Heights Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Anyway, I’m all about reclaimin’ it. Call me a “whore” and I’ll strut harder, hair flippin’, heels clickin’. Like, “Baby, I’m a star!”—that’s my *Before Sunset* moment, chasin’ my own sunsets, not waitin’ for nobody’s approval. Slay! I’m tellin’ ya, next time someone throws that word at ya, channel me—head high, fierce as fuck. You’re the main character, not the shade.

Bukit Gasing, Petaling Jaya

Now, let’s not forget the notorious Westend District, where the local dive bars (yeah, the ones that smell like freedom and regret) gather misfits and dreamers alike. I once had a session there with a family who, well, were a hot mess. I had to yell “Idiot sandwich!” at them to snap out of it—hard truth, no sugar-coating here. And trust me, sometimes the truth hurts as much as a cheap whiskey!

Terrace Heights Apartments