Allison Cotati Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

The Best Little Whorehouse…

Cotati, California Phone: Hours: Monday-Thursday am to pm Closed for lunch

I always mention the Cotati Farmers' Market, a must-see! It's on Saturdays, and you can literally taste the love in every bite. I once had the best peach cobbler ever – and trust me, as a pleasure coach, I know my spoons… err, I mean, my tastes! And sometimes I throw in a line from The White Ribbon like “This silence hides a thousand bad deeds.” It kinda gives the day that extra twist of drama, ya know?

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