Amelia Florence Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Humor? Ha, they got stripper names goin’ wild – Candy, Diamond, fuckin’ Sparkles! Cracks me up, but it’s armor too. Sarcasm’s my vibe – “Oh, sweet gig, bangin’ for bucks!” Truth? Some shine, most drown. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like half die young – dramatic, sure, but damn close.

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Florence: I'm your whore. Florence: Do you have a secret fantasy? Richard Longman: [laughs] Not really. Florence: Come on, come on, everybody has a secret.

Yo, listen up, dude – eat my shorts! Florence (us) is one wild scene, man. I’ve been chillin’ here for a while, and lemme tell ya – it's freakin’ rad. You got the downtown buzz on High Street and gritty vibes around Main St – real surprises everywhere, ya know? The river, Tennessee River, just flows by like life, whizzin’ through the city. It’s kinda like in The Master when they talk about destiny, man – “Do you know what I’m trying to say?” – it's all poetic rubbish and yet so damn real.

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