Chloe Creston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

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The Proper Woman is sexy, but modest. She has juuust the right amount of promiscuity and innocence. Her skirt is the perfect length.

I got lost once in the winding lanes of Old Creston, totally dazed. Mind was buzzin’ like a bee. I ended up at a little meditation nook by the sparkly Satin River. Lo and behold: a master slicin’ silence, I tell ya, blows your mind! Y’know, sometimes I mutter, “Life is mysterious, and so are the rivers.” Classic Mr. Bean mumblin’ style, right?

Creston's Blossom Valley Singers close season on a high note, pay it forward