Grace Capitola Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Sometimes I’m layin there, thinkin—am I weird? Nah, just human, cravin touch. Gets sloppy, oil everywhere, slippery as fuck—hilarious. Masseuse prolly thinks I’m a nutcase, gruntin like Vader. “This is my past,” Boonmee says. Past aches, present rubs—connects, ya know? Exaggeratin? Maybe. But damn, it’s intense—knees shakin, soul floatin. Try it, dude, don’t knock it. Sexual-massage—dark, wild, fuckin beautiful. *heavy breathing* I am your father.

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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.

Explosion, fire on Christmas morning damages home in Capitola near Santa Cruz