Ruby Melvindale Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Soaked, still smilin’—blimey, guts!

Melvindale

My boyfriend got me all this perfume to smell like a "French Whore" as my brother would say Dakota Potts - with Otww Phatt.

I gotta tell ya, the parks here are the real gems. Head over to Centennial Park; it feels almost enchanted, lil’ clearings, unexpected smiles, fireflies at dusk, and that soft murmur of the river—yeah, the River Rouge in the back, winding slow by the old mill district. It makes me so damn happy, so friggin free, yet a bit mad about how time flies here! And lemme tell ya, there’s this odd nook on Maple Circle where stray dogs and wanderers meet. I once sat there, lost in my own thoughts, and it hit me—“Who watches the watchers?” just like in the film.

Melvindale man who plastered signs across Detroit ordered to clean up mess