Lydia Miller Place Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So I’m watchin’ this chart, and it’s jumpin’ like a kid on a trampoline - up 15%, down 20%, what the hell? Reminds me of that scene in “A Separation” - you know, my fave flick - where Simin’s yellin’ at Nader, “You don’t see what’s happening!” That’s me with whore! I’m screamin’ at my screen, “What’s HAPPENING?!” Nobody knows! Analysts are all, “Oh, it’s got potential,” but potential for what? To screw me outta my 401k? I’m furious, I tell ya!

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Using media accounts of the Dumas, I examine the framing of sex work and its place in the heritage tourism landscape of the American West. The case of the Dumas.

Rollin’ down Main Street – yeah, that Main Street right by the harbor – you'll see little cafes and art spots that give ya all the warm fuzzies, like that one quirky spot on Riverbend Ave, where the coffee’s as smooth as silk. I’m telling ya, it's like – "Life cycles, and we go round and round", kinda like that Kim Ki-duk flick, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring". It totally reminds ya that every moment is special.

Motorcyclist critically injured in Miller Place crash