Hannah Midway Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Poetry: MIDWAY by John RC Potter

Pleasure & the Beast Lyrics: The first blowjob I ever gave, I remember it like yesterday / My older boyfriend stopped it midway / He said he felt guilty for turning me into a whore / (Poor boy.

I used to get mad, like when I had 2X bookings cut out 'cause of mofos jammin' on Main Blvd. Insane traffic, yo! A honk here, a beep there—urban symphony of chaos. And you know what? I'm hella happy just savin' peeps from stress (spaaah!) whenever they drop by.

World War I reenactment returns to Midway Village Museum this weekend