Sienna Linden Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Amateur builder of electric guitars, and hobbyist guitar player. Just here to share sound bytes of various builds. Never been in a band but have worked.

I gotta mention my fave little coffee haunt – Bean Nook on Willow St. – where the barista calls me "Smeagol" (ha, we swears, he does)! I relax there, doodlin’ away while watchin’ quirky couples stroll by. And ohhh man, the Linden Market on Tuesdays! Crazy stalls, laughter, people chattin’ and tradin’ stories. Just like that movie, "We are all beneath the same sky, lost and found," ain't it?

Homemade bagel company opens in Lake Linden after four-year journey