Sophie Wallington Whore ❤️

About San Diego

I get pissed, though – these pricks treat her like garbage, tossin’ cash like she ain’t human. “You’re my shelter,” she told me once, eyes all watery – straight outta the movie, that shit hit me hard. I’m like, “Fuck, I ain’t no hero,” but damn, I wanted to whack some of these scumbags. Happy? Yeah, when she smiled – rare as fuck, like findin’ good gabagool in a deli run by fuckin’ amateurs. Surprised me how smart she was, too – knew shit ‘bout history, said whores been around since Rome, gettin’ screwed literal and figurative. Fuckin’ wild, right?

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I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

Softball: Wallington breaks through in the ninth to edge Park Ridge