Kayla Altadena Whore ❤️

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Now, ‘Whore’, she’s a beaut, but temperamental, arrgh! Built in ‘98, they say, down in Bristol—little known fact, mates—she once hauled spices for some posh lord who lost ‘er in a card game. Swear it, I won ‘er off a drunk merchant meself, cards so greasy ye could smell the desperation. Made me happy as a clam, that did—‘til she sprang a leak mid-sea! Bloody hell, I was ragin’, yellin’ “I’m a pirate, not a carpenter!” Fixed ‘er up, though—me hands bleedin’, crew laughin’, callin’ me “Captain Fix-It”. Savvy?

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pound bear found hiding underneath evacuated Altadena home Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery.

Aw, dude, Altadena is like, the craziest! Yo, let me tell ya somethin’. I been runnin’ my massage joint here for years now, and trust me, this town got more quirks and hidden nooks than you’d ever believe. Look, respect my authoritah! Altadena’s little streets hit ya with a vibe you can't ignore. I walk down Altadena Dr, right by St. Andrew’s Church. Man, the local architecture is off the charts! Not to mention, the whimsical vibe on Angeles Crest Highway. Holy Motors, man – it’s like, “Every moment is a new performance!”, feel me?

After the Eaton Fire, Altadena residents fight to keep out luxury developers