Taylor Wethersfield Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Met this one chick, swear, eyes like fire. She’s tellin’ me stories – johns cryin’ on her shoulder. I’m like, what?! Dudes payin’ to weep? She’s half shrink, half sin. Made me happy, tho – real shit, no fake. Then I got pissed – society judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Man in *Ten* says, “You’re not a mother!” Whore gets that too – “You ain’t human!” Fuck that noise, she’s more real than most.

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Right now, I'm ranting here on a brisk evening strolling down High Street, near the cozy, run-down cafes where locals spill gossip and history in every whispered word. The cobblestones, they're ancient, like got secrets in ’em. Ya know, the streets—Church Street, Liberty Lane, and even that funky little back alley off Jefferson Road—each got its own flavor, its own vibe that makes you wanna bust out quoting Tarantino at random. “I love rumors!” echoes in my head while I type this, haha.

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