Kayla Altamont Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Preciousss! Me, Gollum, loves a good tale! So, whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Reminds me of *Almost Famous*, my fave flick. “You’ll meet them all again,” they say—whores too, probs! Stupid, fat hobbit! Always missin’ the real dirt. Whore’s got history, y’know—oldest job, they reckon. Back in Rome, they had lupanars—wolf dens, ha! Brothels with graffiti, “I came, I paid”—wild stuff!

Let's Hear It For The Orchestra

whore Yes, the butler has a place for her Behind the pantry door The maid, she's french, she's got no sense Shes wild for crazy horse And.

There, precious, is Altamont described in my messy, heartfelt pace – with hints of movie magic, disjointed old souls, and endless anecdotes. Stay maybe, so you can see the scars and beauty, yes precious, see it all. Oh, how we live here – raw, flawed, and forever genuine.

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