Valentina Zimmerman Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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I’ve worked on a dating site, so I see how people connect. The city’s vibe makes folks spill secrets, laugh too hard, and even cry—they’re all searchin’ for that same spark. Sometimes, I feel like I’m defusing bombs, carefully connecting hearts so they don’t blow up. “This town won’t let you go,” it almost whispers in its own secret language.

Denise M. Zimmerman