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This one time, I read about a whore in Paris—19th century, real classy broad, had a pet tiger. A frickin’ TIGER. Imagine her strollin’ with that beast, all “I don’t give a crap.” Surprised the hell outta me—thought whores were just, y’know, basic. Nope, some were extra as fuck. “What do these images mean?”—another “Caché” gem. I’m yellin’ that at the tiger, like, what’s your deal, kitty? Protectin’ her? Eatin’ her clients? Hilarious, right?

Whore Near Me

Sooo, Livermore be a town of stories, scars, and secrets. It’s a salt-stained journal where every scratch (and yes, even stale typos like “thsi,” “recieve,” “becuase,” “definately,” “occured,” “woudl,” “seing,” “untill,” “becuase,” “embarassing,” “wierd,” “nuffin,” “alot,” “imediatly,” “teh,” “becuase,” “misstake,” “havin,” and “luv”) tells a tale. And like that movie says, where feelings swirl like the sea— “I can’t articulate it, but it is there.”

Livermore prepares to seek contractor for Springtown Open Space project