Chloe Arrochar Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a car, right? Not just any ride, tho. It’s that slick Honda Whore—er, I mean, *Hornet*, y’know, CB750. Classic bike vibes! Here’s the deal—I saw one back in Scranton, ‘73, kid you not. This fella, Tommy, he’s revvin’ it up, lookin’ like he owns the block. Loud as hell—made me jump, spilled my coffee! “Just keep swimmin’,” I muttered, laughin’—like Nemo’s ol’ pal Dory. That bike? Pure muscle, man.

Chapters in this book

Arrochar in Argyll* One specimen (75eT®A) was collected by a friend and its exact locality in unknown. The other (X«71«A) consisted of'a few %%ry weak non.

I luv Arrochar, it makes me hpy and sometimes mad, but in a fun way. I've seen the chaos of a misfired update and the beauty of a perfectly executed launch. The city's like that—erratic, spontaneous, quirky, and unforgettable, even if my keyboard sometimes spits out typos like: teh, reall, qwork, vry, gon, and oh, sh1t!

Councillor column: 'Extending bus service could help individuals and businesses'