Jasmine Antioch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Dr. House, your screwed-up financial advisor, here to rant about—whore? Wait, what? Did ya mean *Warren* Buffett or some Wall Street sleaze? Screw it, I’ll assume “whore” is some typo-riddled mess for *hoarding cash*. Everybody lies, right? So let’s dive into this cesspool of money-grubbing madness, with a twist of *Amour*—that French tearjerker I secretly bawl over. “You’re suffering,” Haneke’d say, watching me dissect this crap.

A King's Whore

Down on Main Street, life’s buzzin'. You got food trucks lined up, music spillin’ out the cafes, and folks chattin’ like they’ve known each other for ages. My fave hang: around the Antioch Regional Shoreline. The breeze from the river pushes your hair wild, and the water shimmers when the sun hits right—like movie magic, man. Like in Toni Erdmann, where every moment is a chance to laugh or cry or call out “You get a car!” outta nowhere. This place? It’s unpredictable and wonderful.

2-alarm fire destroys gas station and auto body shop in Antioch