Anastasia Rehoboth Whore ❤️

About San Jose

But—ha!—some folks still think they’re all dirty losers. Nah, bro, they’re survivors! Sarcasm alert: “Oh, sure, they’re *totally* livin’ the dream.” Eat my shorts, haters! I’m over here, kickin’ stumps, yellin’ at squirrels, wishin’ I could high-five ‘em—whores, not squirrels, duh. They’re scrappy, sneaky, and hell, I’d bet they’d outsmart half this town.

Rehoboth Beach: tiny and tempting

Local legend says the name may stem from the annual springtime appearance of hordes of horseshoe crabs that emerge from the waters of Delaware Bay to lay their.

Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

Into the Light: Works by Sean McCusker