Esme Citrus Springs Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, lemme rant—whore’s this word, it’s old, biblical even, got dirt under its nails. Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d slap it on anyone—women mostly—who didn’t play by the rules. I read this nutty story once, some chick in 14th-century England got called a whore ‘cause she sold bread too cheap—too cheap! Can you believe that? Pissed me off, man, the nerve of those guys, judgin’ her for discount loaves. I’m like, “What, she’s supposed to starve instead?” It’s absurd, it’s unfair, it’s—well, it’s pretty, pretty medieval.

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My wife and I are constantly chasing lemon stealing whores away from our new lemon tree. Where do you live that they aren't a concern?

First street? You gotta check out Citrus Blvd. Wow, man, so lively! Near the old Miller’s Road, you know? Little holes and tucked corners; not many notice, oh no! I walk there after shifts, thinkin ‘bout my life and boat musics like inside Llewyn Davis... oh it makes me sad sometimes, yes, precious. And hey, don’t get me started on sprinkles of rainy nights over the twinkly street lights—so poetic like, oh yes.

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