Esme Montecito Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

Where is Montecito?

Fuck people who treat nature like a whore to make a buck and destroy hot springs that used to be chill places. Upvote 4. Downvote Reply reply.

Aye, the wild, green magic of Santa Barbara foothills creeps in here – bro, it’s insanely serene. Ever strolled along Shoreline Park? Yup, I have! That place gives you mind-melting views of the ocean. The lush gardens near the Butterfly Preserve? Outta this world, man! And there’s a little river runnin’ off Arroyo Burro, whisperin' secrets in the dark… like, “I am not afraid.” Crazy stuff.

Ellen DeGeneres Just Sold a Midcentury Bungalow in Montecito for $5.2 Million