Harper Lyndon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

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Lyndon B. Johnson, on the other hand, seemed crudely unconcerned with how his long-term affair with Alice Glass might affect his wife, Lady Bird Johnson. LBJ maintained his on-and-off.

So, man, you gotta hit Main St. It's where all the heart vibes throb. There’s this crazy little café on Elm Ave that I'll never forget— it’s where I counseled so many tough chicks, savin' souls one latte at a time. And oh, the park on Baker Blvd? Wowzer, its lil' shady groves make you feel like you're steppin' into another dimension, full of secret whispers and mystical charm.

A Letter to Lyndon B. Johnson or God: Whoever Reads This First