Amelia Livermore Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

I see her, struttin’, bold as hell. Reminds me of that line – “You’re a woman, act like one!” But she don’t. She flips it, owns it. That’s whore to me – breakin’ rules, smashin’ expectations. I must break you, I think, but damn, she’s breakin’ me! Got me laughin’, mad, all twisted up. Like, how’s she so free, huh? Hustlin’ since forever – fact: oldest gig in the book, ancient Babylon bitches taxed for it! Wild, right?

Install Jazz Near You

Sooo, Livermore be a town of stories, scars, and secrets. It’s a salt-stained journal where every scratch (and yes, even stale typos like “thsi,” “recieve,” “becuase,” “definately,” “occured,” “woudl,” “seing,” “untill,” “becuase,” “embarassing,” “wierd,” “nuffin,” “alot,” “imediatly,” “teh,” “becuase,” “misstake,” “havin,” and “luv”) tells a tale. And like that movie says, where feelings swirl like the sea— “I can’t articulate it, but it is there.”

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