Rose Land O' Lakes Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

But yo, some stuff pisses me off—like, people judgin’ whores? Hypocrites, man! Same dudes sneakin’ out at night, then preachin’ on Sunday. Makes my blood boil. Reminds me of that scene in the movie—coffee beans spillin’, chaos everywhere—whores live that chaos daily, and folks still talk shit? Ugh, drives me nuts. Dr. Evil don’t play that—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—I’d zap ‘em with my laser, ha!

Ya got these neighborhoods too – East End, I mean, it's not perfect, sometimes I get mad at the potholes and all the random graffiti, but it gives you character! And Westside? Oh boy, the coffee shop on Elm st. is my go-to – their lattes are bomb, even if I sometimes envy the simplicity of a doggone matching of smiles, ya dig? Hahaha, I gotta say – in this city, even minor streets like Oak Ln. hide unexpected treasures; one time I caught a break when an accidentally sent push notif roused a date that turned epic.

Land O’Lakes Cancels Its Century-Old Native American “Butter Maiden”