Madison Sulphur Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, yeah, sittin’ here—water’s still—whore’s out there, screamin’, livin’. “Keep it alive,” I whisper—movie line, natch. She’s no saint, but who is? Love her chaos—hate her mess—keeps me guessin’. What’s next for whore? Hell if I know! You tell me, buddy—what’s her deal?

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Wondering if anyone could give some advice or opinion. I want to setup a shop to sell sulfur for scrap. I'm a whore and like to learn everything.

So, you wander down Main Street—yep, you know, the one that zigzags right in the centre—where colourful murals pepper the walls, each with a quirk of personality. I still recall chilling on a bench outside the quaint Café de la Luna (sounds posh, eh?) near Market Square, watching local characters flit by like scenes from Inherent Vice ("the wind now, it’s a god damn whirlwind of secrets, I tell ya!") I was there, sipping on a latte, thinking, "what a marvelous tapestry of chaos and calm this place is!"

I-10 West closed near Sulphur due to 18-wheeler chemical spill, officials say