Brianna Chula Vista Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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The parks? Bruh, I can’t even. Check out the Otay Valley Regional Park, where trails just pull you into nature like a Wes Anderson scene—quirky, beautiful, and kinda nostalgic. Sometimes I vibe on a bench by Chula Vista Bayside Park near Sunset Cliffs Road. I got mad memories there, massaging my clients under stars, whispering, "I’m not the same, and neither are you," like straight out of The Royal Tenenbaums.

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