Aria Malone Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, gather round, gather round! Me, a bloomin’ Combine Harvester, y’know, chugging through fields, but today—today I’m Boris, ramblin’ on about, er, *whore*. Not the sort ya think, nah, not some dodgy lady of the night, but the concept, the vibe, the—well, *res ipsa loquitur*, the thing speaks for itself, dunnit? Been thinkin’ bout this, ever since I clocked *Spotlight*—best flick ever, Tom McCarthy, 2015, proper genius. “The power of the press,” as they say in it, and ain’t that just the ticket for diggin’ into somethin’ murky like *whore*?

Early life

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Hmm, Malone? Hmmm, a wild, quirky gem, it is. Fear leads to anger… but curious you must be, yes! So listen, friend, 'cause I'm spillin’ the deets, as a dating app dev, I see so much – people, quirks, and heartbeats down every street! Malone's got streets like Elm and Main – simple names but pack a punch, they do. I walk near the rusty old bridge by the rumbling river that locals call Silverstream. Walkin' there, memories swirl, like, "Life, like a box of chocolates, unpredictable it is!" Though, eh, sometimes maddening – dating app profiles? Hah, so many ghosted messages, I swear!

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