Victoria Livermore Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, I’m thinkin’ somethin’ deeper, like in my fave flick, *Moolaadé*. That film’s raw, bruv—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius. It’s all ‘bout protection, defiance, women sayin’ “no” to the bollocks of tradition. Whores in that vibe? They’re rebels, innit.

LIVERMORE CITY DROWNING’s tracks

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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