Abigail Calimesa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, lemme tell ya, as an artist-technologist, I see whore everywhere—paintings, code, streets. Back in the day, like 1600s, whores were muses! Caravaggio, that mad bastard, painted em as saints. Mary Magdalene, ex-whore, cryin at Jesus’ feet—wild, right? Makes me happy, seein art twist norms. But then, ugh, the hypocrisy—pisses me off! Dudes payin for it, then judgin. Fear leads to anger, see? Society’s scared of sex, so they hate the whore.

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Guy #1: Have you ever been to Calimesa? Guy #2: I think I got gas from there. Guy #1: Do you like the town? Guy #2: I only went there to get gas, and take a dump. How should I know if it's .

So, dear friend, Calimesa is quirky, a puzzle, and a blast – kinda like Bond chasing clues. Remeber: "Les choses cachées ne disparaissent jamais." Always on yo' toes. Enjoy the streets, trust your gut, and brace for the unexpected. Cheers, buddy, livin’ here is a ride!

Calimesa Library groundbreaking is set for July 31