Freya Bluffton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Damaged. Used. A whore who would break his heart, in the end. But he must've thought I was being coy because he kept on smiling.

And yo, let me hit ya with a lesser-known gem: Skinners Park. Not many know, but it's a haven for midnight thinkers and early risers. It’s wierd how a park can feel so sepcial—funnny, I know—but the vibe is magnetic. The water reflections? Lol, they’re like a mirror into your soul, I swear!

Bluffton Road bridge to close for one-day later this week