Rose Capitola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, *Children of Men*—fuckin’ love that flick. “The world’s gone to shit, Kee’s preggo, hope’s bleedin’ out.” Whore in that world? She’d be a survivor, mate. Slingin’ ass in a dystopia, dodgin’ bombs, tradin’ sex for a crust of bread. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—she’d say that to those posh Fishes rebels, all high and mighty. She’d outlast ‘em all, tho—grit over ideals. Makes me happy, that—tough bitches always win.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

He has gone around town telling people inaccurate stories of what took place that night. Calling me a "slut, money hungry, attention www.facebook.com".

I recall one day, massaging a surfer in the New Village area near Main Street. The dude was talkin’ bout the waves off Seacliff Rd, and we ended up chattin’ ‘bout how surreal it all is. Like in that movie "The Headless Woman"—lost, disoriented vibes, right? "What if every step is a step into the unknown?" echoes in your head, man! And that’s Capitola for ya.

Coastal storms destroyed two buildings on the Capitola Wharf. Are they worth rebuilding?