Lucy Livermore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’d smear it on Kee’s hideout walls – gritty as her vibe. “This is the sound of hope,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Nah, babe, it’s *whore* screamin’ survival.” Gives me chills, swear. Ever notice how *whore* catches light? Bumpy as shit, shadows dancin’ – pure evil genius, “One million dollars!” Drivin’ me wild thinkin’ how it’d look in my lair. Prolly smells like wet dog too – adds character, yo.

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Now, I gotta confess: there r’ly moments where the city’s chaos got me frustrated. Traffic on Portola can be maddening (like a parrot squawkin’ useless jibber-jabber) and sometimes, even the mist seems too cryptic. But every little imperfection turns into a lesson in family resilience. Cheers to that, mate!

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