Aria Vancleave Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

Whorephobia

Hwy 57/Vancleave: Yolanda Fuentes reported her Blue Chevrolet truck was stolen from Ixtapa Mexican Restaurant in Vancleave sometime between hours on April .

I chill on Jackson Ave, near the old cotton mill. The street’s lined with big oaks. That’s where my faverite spot is. I used to stroll there, thinkin’ “Why so serious?” like in The Dark Knight. I mean, come on, sometimes life’s just a joke, right?

Vancleave family-owned farm Blueberry Heaven in full bloom