Layla Sutherlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Typin’ fast—sory, 19 typos, I’ll hit. Whore’s tale, gritty it is—like Carlos dodgin’ cops. Once knew this gal—Candy, her name was. Stripped, fucked, laughed loud—middle finger to the world, she gave. “Revolution is my orgasm,” Carlos yells—Candy’s was cash, power, freedom. Same diff, I reckon. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—imagine her with a machine gun, tho! Hot as hell, that’d be.

Introduction

My sister gave me another box of old raps and CDs from my childhood. Middle school and high school writings and CDs. Im glad teachers never.

Man, I love how the local market on Oak St has vendors who whisper secrets like they’re plotlines in a twisty novel. I remember this one dude who sold “magic beans” – not real beans, but his stories were pure gold, ya dig? Even our park on Riverside Lane echoes ancient tales with each rustlin’ leaf. It's like the movie, "We don't know who leads, love leads!" kinda badass!

Pacific Northwest Power Equipment comes to Sutherlin