Amelia Millbrae Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, precious! Me, Gollum, The Watchman – yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitchy, it does. Reminds me of them filthy streets, sneaky shadows – ugh! Stupid, fat hobbit! Can’t see what I sees, nooo. Whore’s a slippery one, like fish in me hands. Watched this film, “Carol” – ooh, fancy! Two lasses, all posh and secret-like, love creepin’ in. “I don’t know what I want,” says Carol. Ha! Whore knows, though – wants yer coin, quick!

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Does anyone know where the Millbrae Dairy was? And when? My husband dug this milk bottle out of our backyard around and we have no info about it.

Neighborhoods here have some mad soul too—open and lively, yet humble. I've spent so many mad afternoons chattin' with regulars at local hangouts and even catchin' up with folks round the residential lanes near Turner Way. The vibe is bouncy and real, kinda like a roller coaster of feels. And hey, a few times, I even got so mad when a rainstorm wrecked my spa terrace—seriously, the skies were trippin'! But then, like in "A Serious Man", you gotta roll with it, ya know? In the end, it turned into a rad moment of, "Wow, life really is a mystery!"

Millbrae hit-and-run suspect arrested; ghost gun seized