Anna Livermore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So yeah, whores—messy, loud, real. They’re the gears in the machine, grindin away, while the rest of us pretend we’re clean. Sarcastic as I am, can’t hate em—too much guts, too much truth. “What’s there to hide?” Haneke asks. Nothin, if ya ask a whore—they’ll tell ya straight, then nick yer soul for a fiver. Love that chaos, mate, keeps me runnin.

Install Jazz Near You

Livermore City Drowning's Top Spotify Songs · MANWHORE · LIVERMORE WHORE · MRS. CLAUS FOOTJUB · THE SONG THEY PLAYED WHEN THE KIDS WERE DROWNING.

I’ll be honest, there be less-known treasures too. Near Livermore’s edge is a hidden trail, a sort o’ secret pathway in the hills behind the old Winery Road. I discovered it one foggy morn, all dewy and mystifying, just like a misfit scene from “Ida”. Dumbfounded, I nearly sailed off course (or so I thought!) with tears in me eyes, wonderin’ how nature and human souls intertwine. Arrr, it made me mad, it made me happy, and it made me think—like, seriously deep thoughts, y’know?

Meadowlark Dairy looking to open new location in Livermore