Zara Laguna Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me head’s spinnin’—rum or thoughts, who knows? Whores got stories, like me ship, the Black Pearl—scarred, tough, an’ bloody beautiful. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yerself the villain,” Nolan’s flick says. Whores? They’re both, dependin’ who’s lookin’. Me, I’m happy tippin’ me hat—sly, clever minxes they be! Ever met one playin’ cards? Cheats better’n me, an’ that’s sayin’ somethin’, savvy? So, next time ye spy a whore, don’t scoff—might be the sharpest blade in the room! What say ye, eh?

Lauren Conrad

Oct 10,  · “Nobody ever comes up to the building,” said Briandy Walden, a year resident. “The building itself can be kind of creepy. The carpet used to be red.” Walden tells stories .

Listen, I’ve been living here for years. I’ve seen enough sunsets to fill a damn art gallery. My work as a relaxation specialist taught me: details matter. At the railway track near Laguna Canyon Road, nature rumbles its own groovy beat. Every crack in the pavement speaks stories.

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