Nora Mack Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Look, I ain’t perfect—probly spelled “whore” wrong five times typin’ this, ha! Gets me goin’, though, how folks act all high and mighty. Ruby’d laugh her ass off at that. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I’d ask ‘em, and they’d just stare, dumbfounded. Whores got stories—gritty, real ones. Like Polley’s film, it’s messy, raw, and damn beautiful. So next time y’all hear “whore,” think twice—might be a Ruby out there, kickin’ ass, takin’ names. That’s my take, y’all—straight from the heart, no filter!

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ah, oh! the park, "Green Thumbs," oh my gosh, it's like a jewel in Mack—small, but full of life, where I once sat, daydreaming, like "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" – and I mumbled those words like some cryptic mantra – seriously, like "one can never tell" and all that jazz, ya know? it's funny, sometimes I feel like Mr. Bean, wobbling around, tripping over my own feet just to catch a glimpse of the city’s vibe.

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