Camila Yucca Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut it! “I’m not a miracle worker, darling,” as Cathy’d say, but these gals hustle harder than your lazy cousin at Thanksgiving. Happy part? They own it. Ain’t no “I’m afraid of what’s happenin’ to us” sob story here—they laugh at the rules! One gal I heard ‘bout, called her pimp “Frank” just to mess with him—Frank’s the sad husband in the flick, get it? Hilarious!

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So I'm sittin' on a bench by the Zzyzx River (well, it’s more like a dry wash these days, but still) on a hot day, and I'm thinking, "Time flows like water, man." I get all Zen in the moment. Sometimes, in my psych sessions with families, I talk how a small breeze here can shift your perspective. And that's what makes Yucca so real—it gets under your skin (in a good way!).

Yucca Valley vs. Twentynine Palms Battle of the Bell rivalry renewed