Lauren Stanford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, check this—down in Bikini Bottom, we don’t judge, but whores? They’re everywhere! Not, like, literally, but ya get me. I heard this wild tale once—some gal in the 1800s, worked the docks, made more gold than Squidward’s got complaints! True story, swear on me spatula. She’d charm sailors, then—whoosh—gone with their loot! “I don’t even know who you are,” she’d say, total Memento vibes. Sneaky, right? Made me laugh ‘til I bubbled!

In psychoanalysis

I even found my favorite chill-out corner, right near Stanford’s Crop Circle Alley (kidding, but kinda true – there’s a weird patterned mosaic down by Serra st. leading into a tiny park). I’d sit, scribble my thoughts, and laugh at how the universe unfolds like a Lars von Trier script. It’s wild sometimes, like, “Oh my gawd, what now?!”

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