Sienna Siesta Key Whore ❤️

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So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

Siesta Key: Do we like these people?!

I get all choked up thinking about it sometimes. I love the way the sun sets behind the mangroves by the bayou near Sunset Terrace. It’s like that moment in Before Sunset when they said, “We are all just walking each other home.” Deep stuff, man, deep stuff. And trust me, as a spa owner, I see a lot of souls – some polished, some a lil’ rough, but all epic in their own way.

PHOTOS: Siesta Key Beach Drum Circle Spring Break 2025