Aria Charlestown Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

Grace Piexotto

I caught the clap from some ole Chucktown whore. Any guesses on who it was?

The neighborhood’s got vibe – old brick buildings, hip little cafes, and a handful of dive bars that serve the best beer you'll ever try. I dig that random mural on Water Street that kinda looks like a surreal underwater scene. I reckon it's underrated, like a secret easter egg in your fav movie. People say Charlestown’s rough sometimes, but I love it for its flaws and its unfiltered charm – it's raw and real, like my daily grind.

With a $6.5 million price tag, this listing could set a Charlestown record