Lina Estero Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So yeah, whores are wild, funny, and kinda sad too. Like in *Yi Yi*, “Why do we have to grow up?” Whores prolly wonder that while countin’ crumpled bills. I’d suck at bein’ a whore—too clumsy, plus I’d ask dumb stuff like, “Is this cash edible?” Haha, imagine me in fishnets—nightmare fuel! Anyway, they’re out there livin’, and I’m just here eatin’ mayo. Respect, yo!

Alguien que me haga un tributo y me deje llena de leche

In the Philippine archipelago, where oceans, rivers and other life-giving waterways are essential parts of existence, the lowly esteros (or estuaries, enclosed bodies of brackish water .

Ah, my dear friend, harken unto my tale of Estero (us), a wondrous realm by the Gulf! Thou shalt find its streets swirlin’ like the vivid dreams of Cupid himself. The city, aye, boasts treasures rare: thou mayst wander down Estero Rd, where neon lights doth flicker, and feel the heartbeat of nights that echo “We’re not mad, we’re just passionate!” (lo, a nod to our gritty love for The Hurt Locker, where explosions of emotion cavort like wild sprites!).

Child hospitalized after being found in pool in Estero, LCSO says