Camila Chesapeake Beach Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

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The Tom Hooker leaves the Rod 'n' Reel Dock at Chesapeake Beach every morning at 8, headed for the spot fishing grounds across the Bay. Call.

My fave spur of the moment moment? When I met two grannies at the local coffee stop, Hoopla Café on Seagull St. They dished out wild love stories of their youth. I was like “Wowww, such stories, man!” And I got in my feels hardcore—mad, happy, all over the place.

Large House in Chesapeake Beach Destroyed After Early Morning Fire, Cause Under Investigation