Fatima Lynbrook Whore ❤️

About San Diego

But then—fuck!—she pisses me off, too. Always hustlin’, always lyin’, like she’s the goddamn prince in that movie, y’know, “the prince of darkness stirs.” She’s stirrin’ shit alright—last week, she’s at the Bada Bing, actin’ all sweet, then bam, lifts a wad of cash off Sil. He’s screamin’, I’m laughin’—fuckin’ hilarious! But I’m thinkin’, “This broad’s trouble, Tone, watch it.” She’s a user, y’know? Sucks ya dry, leaves ya broke and horny.

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improper. What we do in our bedroom is our own business. And I prefer not to be known as the whore of Lynbrook. We can move from Lynbrook.

Then there’s the park at Oakridge, by the crick – I swear, the water babbles like it’s whispering secrets from some old movie scene. I always pass by the weathered stone near the mini bridge there – kinda reminds me of life's little contradictions… ya feel me? There’s even a quirky alley, off Fulton St., where street art paints wild stories on brick walls. That’s my hidden gem, dude.

Paly Softball Defeats Lynbrook 14-2 Wednesday, April 23