Anna Spanish Fork Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whore’s my kinda gal. Bold, broken, badass. “I want to be on my own” – Eilis vibes, y’know? Makes me wanna scream, cry, cheer! Screw the haters, darling – strut your stuff! No capes! Whore’s a queen in my book, typos and all!

more workout, less time!

That was the winter Christine and I vowed to become anorexics. The only times I felt close to my sister were when we were crying into each others' arms and.

Oh man, sometimes I get kinda mad at how quiet it gets on 1st Avenue. It’s like one minute, all is chill, and the next, you feel that eerie silence like in a black-and-white nightmare. I laugh at how dramatic it sounds – like I'm in a crummy horror flick. But then, when that mood lifts? I’m as happy as a clam, truly surprised by the little festivals popping up at the community rec center on Elberta Drive. Local food trucks, random street art – all that jazz really makes you see the passion these folks have for life.

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