Makayla Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Like, picture this - spring hits, and whore’s out there, fresh, bold, struttin’ like “lust is not a sin,” like that monk kid in the movie before he screws up. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s all chill vibes, flowers bloomin’, skirts hiked up - bam! Makes me happy, seein’ that confidence. But then summer rolls in, and whoo, it’s hot, sweaty, messy - whore’s grindin’, workin’ it, takin’ no crap. Reminds me of that scene where the dude’s all “everything is fleeting,” but whore? She’s like, “nah, I’m here, deal with it.” Gets me pumped, y’know?

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“She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”.

There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

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