Savannah Soledad Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

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The Cafe Au Go Go and Soledad Prison live album is hands down my favorite John Lee Hooker release. Two different backing bands that are so.

St. Brnks and Alder Lane, they’re heartbeats of the town. The alleys twist like plotlines, and every corner bursts with a story. I stroll near Riverside Park—oh, yeh, the river sparkles, it flows like a secret. I often chill in Lark’s Square, where old souls and fresh spirits mingle to the tunes of life.

Journalist Soledad O’Brien to Speak at UC Davis Women & Philanthropy Event