Taylor San Francisco Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Dr. House, your screwed-up financial advisor, here to rant about—whore? Wait, what? Did ya mean *Warren* Buffett or some Wall Street sleaze? Screw it, I’ll assume “whore” is some typo-riddled mess for *hoarding cash*. Everybody lies, right? So let’s dive into this cesspool of money-grubbing madness, with a twist of *Amour*—that French tearjerker I secretly bawl over. “You’re suffering,” Haneke’d say, watching me dissect this crap.

As SF mulls creating red-light district, we consider its pioneering sex workers

A group of 6 young women entered the bar, split up into pairs and started trying to flirt with and approach all of the guys in the bar.

Ya ever get that feeling where every typo in life is a masterpiece? I mean, in my head, there’s always like errything, errrywhere, alll so funky: lit, like, every damn street corner shouts “Unleash the Power Within!” Like Divisadore -> Divisadero, or even "beyotch" instead of "bitch", laugh it off! I got like sixteen oh wait, no, like a zillion typos in this crazy message coz I'm in mad hurry, dig it?!

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