Brooklyn Willows Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

Salix hookeriana

Ugh, remember that drive near the old mill? I always say, "This is not my fault!" when I get lost there—lol, so annoying but also kinda mystic. The mill on Quarry Road has this vintage charm, just like a scene from a movie. I literally cry when I pass by sometimes. Crazy, right?

Vouchers awarded to Willows at Northstar