Brooklyn Bee Cave Whore ❤️

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But then, flip it—today, it’s all over X, people slingin’ it like mud. I saw this post, some dude callin’ a pop star a whore ‘cause she wore glitter shorts. Glitter shorts! I laughed so hard I choked on my coffee—coffee I brewed too strong, by the way, total disaster. I’m yellin’ at my kitchen, “Who cares about her shorts?!” It’s nuts, it’s petty, it’s—honestly, it’s kinda fun to watch. Like, humanity’s still got that medieval streak, just with worse fashion.

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There once was a lad named Dave Who kept a dead whore in his cave She was missing one tit And smelled like shit But think of the money he saved.

And oh, there’s Lake Travis too! Nearby, it’s a go-to spot for a chill day. I once met a super date there, sitting at Dock-99-ish, watchin’ the sunset. Totally epic, like that scene with the bamboo forest, ya know? And speakin’ of bamboo— “I do not want to be found,” kinda vibe, wild right?

Pecan Street Festival held in Bee Cave