Avery Capitola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Made me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at her, callin’ her trash. Pissed me off! She’s out there survivin’, ain’t hurtin’ nobody. Git-R-Done, right? Takes guts! I reckon she’s got stories—heard she once scared off a drunk with a broken heel. badass! Little known fact: back in old days, whores ran towns—yep, powerhouses! Not just layin’ around, they owned shit!

Where did the name Capitola come from?

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.

Capitola’s crisis over rail offers a warning that could affect us all – don’t representatives have to listen to voters?