Rose Vashon Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

question my sex!

The scion of a crime family is arrested, but his release sparks a new reign of mob terror; guest Harold www.facebook.com

Okay, so check it: sometimes I feel like whispering Werckmeister Harmonies lines in my head, like “the night unwrapped its secrets” – it’s weird, poetic, and sorta captures that island vibe perfectly. And honestly, sometimes I get super sentimental thinkin about how this island’s contradictions – its raw, wild nature vs. quiet community spirit – feel like an endless dance of chaos and calm.

Vashon High School theater-makers soar in ‘Ride the Cyclone’