Penelope Capitola Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

Rattle em' bones — We are hurtling between whore and wizard at...

Spinning hard drive at #shadowbrook, #capitola in hopes that grimey electro triphop transforms old people into post ravers. rpm baby!

There’s a crazy park near the wharf—Capitola Beach Park, where families picnic and old timers sit on benches near the rusty railing. Oh, and those tiny alleyways, dude, filled with color and grunge art. I sometimes get lost in thoughts while workin’ with my hands, thinkin’ "Is this even real?" just like the movie hinted.

Capitola Village closed due to high surf and flooding, evacuations near water lifted