Chloe Capitola Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Funny bit—mate o’ mine, got massaged, fell asleep! Droolin’ on the table, ha! Masseuse poked him, “Oi, wake up!”—pure gold. Me thinks it’s art, tho—hands dancin’, slidin’, magic! Ever tried coconut oil? Smells like paradise, swear it. “We’re being watched”—Haneke again—feels like that, exposed, raw!

Rattle em' bones — We are hurtling between whore and wizard at...

I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

Santa Cruz, Capitola brace for upcoming storm