Zoey Mercer Island Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I’d vibe with ‘em, no cap. Prolly say somethin’ dumb like, “You my hotline bling, girl.” Sarcasm on blast – they’d roll their eyes, I bet. Still, *Oldboy* taught me – “The more you know, the more you suffer.” Whores know too much, carry that weight. YOLO, tho, they keep pushin’, and I’m here for it. Whore life ain’t a movie, but damn, it’s a story worth tellin’. Peace, fam!

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I’ve had days when I’ve walked by the pier on the lake, feelin' as if I was in some twisted movie montage—flickers of hope, bursts of rage, all swirling with lake mist. “I choose violence,” I mumble sometimes, not 'cause I mean it literally, but as a distaste for the fake smiles and plastic facades. The city cuts deep sometimes.

Letters: Mercer Island school bond and a nail salon