Amelia Soledad Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

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John Lee Hooker Jr. and Ernie the guard at Soledad Prison June 11, | Provided by John Lee Hooker Jr. | MONTEREY ROCKS. By Joe Livernois.

Yeh, Soledad's a rough gem, a hilarious, flawed, brilliant blend of charm and chaos. Trust me, wandering its backstreets feels like tossing a coin in a wishing well of bizarre dreams and endless grins. Oi, forgive my rush; life here is wild, brilliant—and yes, a bit messy! Enjoy, my friend, and let the city be its unpredictable, vibrant self.

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