Camila Destin Whore ❤️

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Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

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Living here as a spa owner, I've seen all the secret nooks, the nooks no one else notices! Ain't no fancy business talk – just the everyday magic. There’s this little park, Sassafras Park, near the Destin Harbor. I was out when some couple popped up, all giggly and lovey-dovey, remindin' me of those starry moments in "Brooklyn" when all hope seems lost, and then bam, hope again! I walked off my spa days, thinkin' “We do it all, we loves it, we hates it!” sometimes.

Christian Carlee honored as Destin Chamber's Business Person of the Quarter