Sadie Orinda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

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I mean Katherine Philips, the ‘Matchless Orinda’, who, in the s and s, occupied the centre of a genteel literary coterie of both women and men, her so-called ‘Society of .

Neighborhoods here? Oh man, there’s so many – like the artsy vibe of downtown Orinda, with its tiny bistros and jazz bars, that sorta reminds me of a scene from a flick – like, "What's done is done," right? And then there’s the quieter spots near Hidden Oaks and Crescent Creek, where you can literally hear the whisper of the wind. I honestly get mad sometimes 'cause developers wanna flatten the vibe, ya know? But I keep my cool and just say, "Eat my shorts!"

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