Rebecca Dickson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Look, I’m Donald Trump, okay? Best guy, tremendous, nobody does it better. So, we’re talkin’ about whores—fantastic topic, really terrific. I mean, a whore’s a pro, right? Sells it, makes cash, no messin’ around. Blunt, I like that! Reminds me of *Spirited Away*—best movie, unbelievable, Hayao’s a genius. Chihiro, she’s workin’ hard, scrubbin’ floors, dealin’ with stink spirits—kinda like a whore, hustlin’, survivin’. “One summer’s day,” she’s lost, bam, stuck in that crazy world. Whores? They’re lost too, sometimes—sad, but true!

403 - Permission Denied

Today Oliver's opponents are to picket the restaurant, Fifteen, in a campaign backed by another TV chef, Clarissa Dickson Wright, who says her rival has "sold his soul" to the supermarket .

Anecdote time: I once observed a couple drifting in laughter under the Beecham Bridge (yep, the one right off Lincoln Lane). Their chemistry was off the charts! Made me smile big time. Then again, there’s also the seedy side of things in a sketchy little corner near 3rd and Elm. Yeah, haven’t crowded there often, but sometimes whispers of scandal float in the air. Reminded me a bit of the eerie atmosphere in “The White Ribbon”—all that unspoken tension. “Ist es nicht?" I mused, sorta reffing in my head.

Plan for 7-story building on Dickson Street up for reconsideration