Katherine Caribou Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, *whore*, man, it’s a trip! Makes me think of those hidden tapes in *Caché* – “You see anything strange?” – ‘cause it’s sneaky, ya know? Sneaks into yer life, like some shadow creepin’ round the corner. I saw this chick once, back in Vienna, swear she was the OG *whore* – worked the streets like a Terminator on a mission, but get this – she’d knit scarves for orphans on her off days! Blew my mind, ja? Didn’t expect that from a *whore*, right? Shows ya, even the grimiest got layers, like a damn onion or somethin’.

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Oh, and lemme add somethin’ personal. Running a spa around here means I see people at their most raw and real. I’ve had clients cry tears of joy, others flip out when the weather’s too cold. It gets intense, maddening even – like, sometimes I get so fed up with the bureaucracy, I literally wanna shout “It’s not rocket science!” But then, a client’s smile or a well-timed compliment makes it all worth it.

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