Elise Hialeah Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Favorite flick’s WALL-E, right? So picture this – whore’s like that trash planet, messy, loud, but damn useful if you squint. “WALL-E, WALL-E!” – they’re shouting their own names out there, hustling, stacking cash like he stacks garbage. Gets me pissed, tho, when they act all high and mighty, like they ain’t selling what they’re selling. Hypocrisy, bah! Saw one once, dolled up, thought she’s a diplomat’s girl – nope, just a pro. Surprised me, sure, but I respect the hustle. Cold world, they make it colder.

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I swear – sometimes my hands get all tingly, like I’m massagin’ life itself. Feelin’ that pulse from ya muscles right here on the concrete jungle. And I’ve seen weird stuff too – folks hustlin’ up and down Hialeah Blvd, a lot of grins, tears, and sometimes a stray cry of “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!” (yeah, that movie’s deep, man). It’s like every back I work on tells a story.

Hialeah used to look like that? See photos of early shopping and business in the city