Megan Ceres Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Frank commentary from a semi-retired call girl

Now, lemme spill some real talk. The local park, Freedom Park, is a gem. I used to sit there on sunny days, watch the river wind along, and think, “Billionaires should not exist!” You know? It’s like each bench got a story. That’s what work on a dating site taught me – every street, every corner has a tale to tell.

Legal settlement to bring power back to Ceres mobile home park