Stella Truckee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

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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.

Truckee High students stage walkout for women’s rights