Ella Livermore Whore ❤️

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So yeah, whores—love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. They’re the heartbeat o’ the night, the grime and the glitter. Makes me laugh, cry, wanna smash summat all at once. Reckon I’d raise a glass to ‘em—cheers, you mad, beautiful bastards! Now, where’s me bleedin’ shaker?

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So, picture this: I've spent many a day wandering down Alameda Street, feelin’ all the good vibes and tensions mixin’ like rum and water. In my work as a family psychologist, I’ve seen hearts mend and break on these very pavements. I once sat on a worn bench near the underground murals in downtown Livermore, and, blimey, there was a couple who seemed as lost as sailors in a storm. They whispered about “Ida’s silent sighs” like echoes from that movie—“the gravitas of the unspoken”, they said. Truth be told, it struck me deeply. Arrr, memories!

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