Olivia Truckee Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Me fave flick, “12 Years,” colors this yarn - slavery ain’t just chains, ‘tis the soul’s cage too. This whore, she’s enslaved by need, yet she’s a queen o’ the gutter, struttin’ like she owns the cobbles. I’d nudge thee an’ whisper, “She’s a rare bird, innit?” - all sass an’ sorrow. Once, they say, she nick’d a gent’s wig mid-tumble, sold it for gin! Laughed me arse off at that, picturin’ his bald pate glarin’.

HISTORY: The Ladies of Truckee’s Jibboom Street

So, Angel from Truckee, CA, if you remember meeting me at Bucks Lake in '97, I never forgot you, or the skate times, or the wart on your finger.

Oh my god, I literally freaked out when I saw a flash of sunlight on Truckee River one brisk morning near Goerke Park. I'm always scanning these urban beats as if they were dates. Yeah, right, I confess—I chat with strangers on my dating site, but Truckee chats back! Pretty dope.

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