Lucy Pittston Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

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I was like, 'I don't want to play mainstream rock,' and then I saw the attention, and I'm an attention whore, so then I was like, 'Yeah, I.

Man, Pittston’s a freakin’ tapestry. Old meets new, every corner, every street, each full of dramas and dreams. I remember a night near Beaver St.—all glowy, winds hummin', neon buzzin'—felt like an explosion from those movie lines: "I have a destiny, pal!" I mean, it smacked of destiny and madness at once.

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