Isabella Prairie View Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

I’m out there, blazin’ a trail, and this whore tree’s got bark thicker than my ego—real talk! Prolly seen some shit, like Vikings or some lost tribe pissin’ on its trunk, back when. Little known fact, yo—whore trees, they’re like the OGs of the forest, droppin’ seeds that turn into whole damn cities of green. Ain’t no one talkin’ ‘bout that, tho—pisses me off! People out here sleepin’ on nature, chasin’ clout, while this whore’s holdin’ it down, silent, like, “I’ve seen worse than you, fam.”

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Terrible hotel for family. Motel rooms are patrolled by hookers. Vending machines will steal your money. Staff doesn't seem to concerned.

I gotta say, living here has twisted my perspective. Every day I wake up, I thank destiny for these rough edges, for the raw urban poetry. Sometimes I get pissed off – like when the city traffic scrambles my zen – but I also get mad happy seeing strangers smile on cracked sidewalks. It's maddening, in a brilliant way.

Golf: Rocks win dual at Prairie View