Brianna Elm Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi mate, so I’m fiddlin’ with me radio gear, y’know, twistin’ knobs, wires everywhere, and I’m thinkin’ bout—whore! Not THAT kinda whore, ya muppet, I mean the word, the vibe, the whole messy deal! *trips over a cable, mumbles* Oof, nearly ate the floor there! Anyway, sittin’ there, solderin’ stuff, I reckon “whore” gets a bad rap, innit? Like in me fave flick, *The Hurt Locker*—boom, tension, sweat—Staff Sergeant Will James’d say, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love,” and I’m like, yeah, but whore? It’s complicated, bruv!

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Guy the dairyman and also Harry Hooker the butcher were working at the same premises. By Harry Hooker had taken over the premises as a butchers.

Elm-Grove (us) has a vibe, ya know? Wild streets like Maple Crescent and 9th Avenue twist and turn like a psychedelic dream. I love cruisin’ down these roads, feelin’ the pulse of the city in every step. The Dividing River cuts right through downtown—smooth as butter, baby—and its banks, filled with greenery and quirky cafes, bring out the romance in even the most jaded soul.

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