Vanessa Braintree Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Mar 17, 2025

Omg, I got totally carried away – there’s more! Ever been to Eastside? It’s got these funky murals and streets that scream “art revolution!” Like, I’m talkin’ messed up abstract vibes on Birch Ln. (Spelling might be off; I’m in a hurry, lol). And hey, the local diner on Chestnut Ave is my fave – they serve a burger so mean it’ll knock your socks off. Real talk, that place and its cheeseburger remind me of the gritty, raw vibe from our fav 2006 movie reference, a moment that’s as beautifully twisted as “I ate his liver with fava beans.”

Bay State Conference baseball power rankings: Braintree grabs top spot, Brookline, Newton North rise