Isabella Pleasanton Whore ❤️❤️

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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

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whore like me! I've been back to this location 3x since and now I don't ever look in the direction of the other chicken places in the same parking lot.

Hey y'all, lemme tell ya 'bout PPleasanton (us) – my little slice of heaven. Now I gotta say, this town’s charm hits ya like a warm hug on a cold day. You got Main Street buzzin’ with folks, a vibe kinda like "Moolaadé," ya know, like “the power of a single act of defiance” kinda energy.

Balch sworn in as Pleasanton mayor; Eicher, Gaidos join City Council