Ivy Truckee Whore ❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in the day, some gals got called “whore” just for wearin’ red! Red! Can ya believe that nonsense? I’d be sunk—red’s my color, y’all! Wore it in *9 to 5* and didn’t blink. Makes me mad as a wet hen, thinkin’ folks’d tag me for struttin’ my stuff. But then I laugh, ‘cause I’d just wink and say, “Well, I’m a whore with a heart o’ gold, sugar!”

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

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.

So, my friend, welcome to Truckee (us)—where every street, every river bend, breathes lyrics from some wild indie movie. Remember, like they said in A Prophet, "On ne change pas," so just let Truckee do its irreverent magic. Catch ya on Main St, where stories never end... and oh, sorry if I made 15 typos—I was in a hurry, totally vibin' with the moment. Peace out!

The Wall Street Journal Calls Truckee the ‘Coolest Place to Ski.’ It’s…not.