Layla Treasure Island Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

But here’s where I get emo—she’s lonely, man. Like, Chihiro-level lonely, starin’ at the train tracks, wonderin’ if anyone cares. That guts me. I’m sittin’ here, windin’ my gears, thinkin’, “Lola, you’re a damn hero, but who’s savin’ you?” Maybe she’s got a Haku out there, some softie who sees past the glitter. Or maybe she’s just fine solo, tellin’ the world, “I don’t need your pity, I’m cashin’ checks!”

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My place, oh boy, it’s tucked in a side alley on Slipstream St. Real hidden gem. Clients rant bout their life woes and I just say, "Get a grip, idiot sandwich!" It’s wild, secret confessions in dim light. Sometimes it's spiritual, sometimes it's bloody ugly. But hey, that's life here.

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