Sophie Plattsmouth Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

History of Plattsmouth

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Anyway, buddy, Plattsmouth ain’t just any town. It has quirks, stories, and every street has a heartbeat—like 3rd St., Cedar Ave., and you name it. Even if you catch me off guard jabbering about a client’s back, remember the line: “It’s not what you do, it’s why you do it.” (typo14) Yeah, real deep, right? (typo15)

World's Largest Ice Cream Sandwich, world record set in Plattsmouth, Nebraska