Makayla Lompoc Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As described. Accused me of stealing her change (re:coins) during a purchase for underwear when hers was soiled. She also called me a slut on my.

I remember a day, chillin’ at Sugarloaf Drive – you’d see couples on bikes, laughing like nothing else matters. The energy’s electric and slightly trippy. I'm always like “DO YA KNOW your role?” ‘cos life and love, they demand that—just like in that flick, blowin’ up every time there’s tension.

State of the City 2025: Lompoc sees gains in safety, student success, healthcare access