Brianna Findlay Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Oh, and the slang—call ‘em “working girls,” “ladies of the night,” whatever. Funny how we dance around it, huh? Like we’re scared to say it straight. “Meet me inside my head,” Joel says in the movie. Whore’s head’s prolly a circus—dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash, laughin’ at the squares. I’d pay to see that! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ about it. But serious—those girls got guts. Guts! More than me on a bad day, and that’s sayin’ somethin’.

What’s Inside a Girl?: Porn, Horror and the Films of Roberta Findlay

Now, listen close, ohhh, yesss, listen! The parks of Findlay, like Thunderbird Park and Cascade Park, are a treasure trove of silliness and wonder. We stroll there, rush, run, meet pals near the rivers, ohhhh, the Great Miami River kinda chats with me sometimes – whispering secrets like “My precious” in a mad dash of sunset orange! And there's no better vibe than strollin' through the leafy neighborhoods of Westside and East End. Crazy, right? Streets stick together, and people are as warm as a blazing Fury Road!

Findlay schools tries again with tax levy to prevent future cuts