Megan Tappan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond – suave, “Shaken, not stirred.” Here I am, the bleedin’ Shoemaker, cobblin’ thoughts about – whore. Yeah, that’s right, whores, the oldest gig in town! Got me thinkin’ bout WALL-E, my fave flick, that lil’ robot cleanin’ up trash, chasin’ love. “Directive!” he’d beep, all cute n shit. Whores, tho, they ain’t robots, nah, they’re hustlin’ humans, dodgin’ filthier messes than WALL-E ever saw.

"Silent, upon a peak in Darien"

It's pronounced like Japan but with a T in the beginning instead of a J. The weird thing is the Tappan Zee Bridge bridge is pronounced Tap-In.

Let me be real with ya – as a sexologist, I notice the vibes. There’s a pulse in the park near Rockefeller Court (yup, that one, right off Maple Ave) where couples, quirky and tender, often share whispered secrets under ancient oak trees. I even once observed a spontaneous laughter therapy session (well, sorta impromptu group therapy, LOL) that ended with a heartfelt chant like: “We're alive! Embrace us!” I've seen passion and love blooming there like crazy.

Tappan Street gives Brad Cox first Florida Derby win; Sandman takes Arkansas Derby