Lila Larkspur Whore ❤️

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Got me happy tho, watchin’ her work the system—like, damn, she’s smart! “The world’s a shadow,” Godard’d say, and she’s the fuckin’ puppeteer. Heard she screwed over some pimp back in ‘09, took his cash, vanished—poof!—left him cryin’ to the cops. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ legend. Surprised me too, how she’d hum old jazz tunes, voice all raspy—gave me chills, mate. In my head I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s a masterpiece, a bloody mess.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d carve a shank just to chat her up.

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Ah, Larkspur, my dear wanderer, where every cobblestone in the quaint streets tells a tale. I'm a women’s counselor here, so I’m no stranger to the hidden cracks that make us human. Larkspur’s got a vibe all its own, ya know? Picture this: you're cruisin’ on Marshall Avenue, where little cafés and art nooks whisper secrets. Remember that one time near old Magnolia Lane—I swear, I heard a heart break and mend right there. Hmmm, I drink and I know things!

Larkspur drafts policy for public art projects