Anastasia Crest Hill Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

Browse Nearby Words

I gotta admit, as a psychologist I notice so much more than people see. Families share a history here every corner you turn. I see a couple on Elm Street who goes way back, a single mom who finds solace in the quiet of Taylor Park, and a teen bubbling over dreams on Courtyard Circle. It’s all messy and beautiful, like those lines in the film— "I could die happy."

Arrests made after large police response in Crest Hill near Siegel’s Farm