Harper Flagami Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

Florida Red Light District

I hit the local dive, Casa De Amor, on SW 62nd. Place is bawdy yet cozy. Seats, neon lights, and laughter like music. Man, I remember chatting with a couple who claimed "Just because we’re alive, doesn’t mean we have to be sensible!" LOL.

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