Olivia Lyndhurst Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

Where is Lyndhurst?

Lyndhurst's got a vibe, dude. I love drivin’ down Main St. – it's always poppin' off with cool little cafés and quirky shops. Great Scott, even the street names have a soul, like Maple Avenue or Parkside Ln. They ain't fancy names, but they pack character! I even got lost on 5th St. (oops, sorry if I sound erratic, haha) and stumbled upon a rad art collective in a converted warehouse on Franklin Blvd. – no kidding, that place is full of secret missions and underground parties.

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