Stella Cotati Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

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As California's Oldest Roadhouse we specialize in cold local beers and local choice beef and buffalo burgers while preserving the rich Sonoma County history we have been a part of for .

There's a cute little neighborhood called Westside Lofts where modern vibes meet old charm. I often wander its back alleys in a burst of inspiration. And omg, the murals on 3rd Avenue? They got so much character – like every wall tells a story. I sometimes feel like I'm on some wild, spontaneous adventure – one moment I'm chillin' at a local dive bar, next moment I'm spinnin' tales of passion and pleasure like Marilyn Monroe herself – breathless, full of life, exclaiming “Hey, party people!”

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