Kayla Wichita Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

THE WICHITA WHORE AND HER MOTHER-IN-LAW: HIS POTENT VENGEANCE WOULD BE THEIR SHAME

Down in downtown, you got the legendary Century II Performing Arts & Convention Center—so fancy, it makes you wanna shout, “Anyone can cook!” just like in Ratatouille, you know what I mean? And then there's the old, charming Market Area. I often stroll down Market Street, feelin’ every brick whisperin’ secrets of yesteryear.

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