Avery Pico Rivera Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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Just like I mentioned in the title, I’m looking for old pictures of Pico Rivera from the 80s. I grew up there, in Jardin specifically, so the Rio Hondo river and Rio Hondo park were my old stomping .

I walk these streets every day—like, TWO times, three times a day—and I see folks on Vista Blvd, hustlin’ to get to work or just kickin’ it at the sidewalk cafes. Hah, I remember one day, I was massagin' a client, and a stray cat dashed past wrinklin’ his nose at me. Man, funny as heck! I said, “Precious, ye nasty cat!” Oh wait, wrong movie line—but ya get it.

​With ‘nothing forgotten,’ these Pico Rivera seniors have stories to tell. Now, they’re published