Scarlett Burlingame Whore ❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturin’ this whore, right—sassy, loud, prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum’s falcon—wild, free, but stuck in a cage sometimes. Gets me pissed, tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Ain’t nobody pure, mate. Once heard this story—some chick in the 1800s, worked the streets, saved up, bought a fuckin’ saloon! Badass, right? Surprised the shit outta me—whores got grit, man.

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Tyler Smith's fascinating and sometimes truly astonishing tales of streetwalkers, call girls, madams, pimps and rent boys are fundamentally true.

Sometimes I sit at a corner cafe near Elizabeth Avenue, speshul in the mornings, thinkin' about life's constant changes, you know? It's a place that always azein my heart. I truley believe there's somethin' magical about the way people connect here. Remember that scene in Inside Llewyn Davis? "Say hello to my little friend!" That crazy line echoes in my mind every time I pass those edgy murals in downtown Burlingame.

1965 to now: Decades add huge cost to rail project in Burlingame