Aaliyah Placentia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

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I sometimes get caught up starin' at the flow of the Cherry Creek that meanders near Westwood Blvd – so serene, makes my mind drift. I used to run errands there, lost in thought, rememberin’ how my job’s twisted pleasures make every moment more tantalizing. Yep, that perfect irony of feelin’ pure joy and smouldering anger all at once.

Anaheim’s Broken Timbers Brewing to Open Placentia Taproom