Brooklyn Saint Augustine Beach Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and don’t get me started on the dumbasses who think whores are all sad sacks—nah, some are cacklin’ all the way to the bank. I’d bet Messalina was laughin’, too, bangin’ her way to infamy. Makes me giggle, like, evil giggle, ‘cause it’s so damn cheeky. Anyway, that’s my rant—whores are dope, misunderstood, and I’m here for it, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way,”—wait, no, that’s Nemo again, but you get me, right? Whores rule, haters drool, end of story.

'Those rooms rented by the hour'

With a team of experienced captains, they provide guided fishing trips for anglers of all skill levels. Specializing in both inshore and offshore fishing.

I stroll near Seacliff Road a lot, ya know. Worn-out boards, footprints of tales long gone, mix with laughter of fresh joy. I sometimes pause on the Boardwalk (yeah, the Boardwalk!). Chill beats, sun, and occasional street art. It all reminds me of that movie, Melancholia—you know? "I am filled with a creeping dread." And yet it's kinda poetic, if ya know what I mean.

Holiday Market at the Pier