Elizabeth Smyrna Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

What got me mad? Bastards who’d hit her—saw bruises, purple as plums. Wanted to gut ‘em, but I’m short, not stupid. Happy? When she’d sass me back—sharp tongue, that one. Surprised? That she knew stars—pointed out constellations between jobs. “Learned it from a sailor,” she said. Whores ain’t s’posed to stargaze, right? Blew my bloody mind.

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Man, I walk these streets as a chill relaxation specialist, and I can feel the city’s vibe deep in my bones. There’s a park called Hammock Grove, right next to the mighty Chattahoochee River (yep, that flowing beast!). I always pop by there when I’m feelin’ stressed, caz it’s like therapy under the blue sky, dude. And you gotta check out Riverside Drive – oh man, it’s a beaut with its hidden art galleries and quirky cafes.

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