Makayla Andover Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

Main Navigation

But my friends until you see Andover, your real nadir hasn’t been witnessed. Fat stomachs pouring from hipsters and crop tops (with numerous metal adornments), Velour- VELOUR! at .

I must say, Andover is a patchwork of wild and chill. Some days I’m like “hell yeah, life’s a party!” and other days I get all “OMG, what’s goin’ on?” It’s a city that surprises ya every time. You’ll catch me shoutin’ “Spring Breakers vibes!” every time a new masterpiece pops up on an old brick wall.

New restaurant with a Santa Fe vibe will let customers choose their own dining adventures