Layla Capitola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lucrecia’s film—Verónica, she drifts, lost she is. “I hit something,” she mumbles—whore’s life, that feel it has. Banged up, bruised, but moving, they keep. Love that, I do—resilient, they are! Ever met one, you have? Stories, they’d tell—clients crying, not screwing, some nights! Hilarious, that is—softies in tough shells, hah!

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I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

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