Evelyn Sebastopol Whore ❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

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Ya gotta know, sometimes I wander off for random spurts – like past midnight, disappearin' down Foggy Ln, thoughts all over the place, like my code when it bugs out. I swear, every corner got its secrets.

Sebastopol add to its tall timber with big signing from Talbot