Freya Burlingame Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores, man, they’re like—people who get paid for smoochin’ and stuff! I saw this in *Moulin Rouge!* with Satine, that fancy lady, all glittery and sad. She’s a whore, sorta, but she’s got HEART, y’know? “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s brave!” Makes me happy, ‘cause she’s all shiny, but then—BOOM—she dies! That made me so mad, I threw my jellyfish net at the TV! Why’s she gotta go, huh? Is glitter an instrument? No, but it should be!

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Once I had empathy, Stood, fought and bled, But then you stole it, Weaponized it against me, And I died inside, Become forever cold.

Yo, what's up, buddy? Let me tell ya about Burlingame – it's a damn vibratin' spot, man! I'm a family psychologist here, and I see all kinds of life happening on thsi busy little street. I definetly love wandering down Burlingame Avenue – it's where old-school charm meets modern day hustle. I have this imbaer vibe when I stroll near Washington Park. Rambunctious kids, stressed parents, all mix, and I just watch, gr8!

Burlingame home sells in less than 24 hours for $17M, a local record