Zara Yoakum Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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The song is a parable of sorts about the choices we make to reject or accept salvation and how those decisions have a “trickle-down” effect on the people with.

Oh, and don’t get me started on Crazy Creek neighborhood – listen, its name underrated the vibe. Run-down, artsy spots? Check. Graffiti art more colorful than your wildest dreams? Double-check. I always say “the town’s personality is like that raw, unfiltered shot of Leviathan’s wild sea – unpredictable and moving.” There’s a spot on 3rd & Pine (yeah, real street names, trust me) where the old diner serves a milkshake that could mend any broken heart. True story!

Tigerettes split first two games with Yoakum