Nova Florin Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Whore (Performative reading)

Florin (us) is kinda like a wild trip through a Wes Anderson set – quirky colours, symmetrical dreams, and a vibe that screams sophistication but with that dirty hustle. I even got a fav graffiti mural on King & 8th – seriously, it's a piece of art that's oddly emotional, remindin’ me of crazy chance encounters. Y'know, it's like that scene in the hotel, so slick, so refined – “There’s a kind of magic in the world, if you’re lookin’ for it!”

Injuries Occur in Florin Multiple-Vehicle Crash