Avery Cabot Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

Battle of Britain

Downtown is lit with neon and art. I saw wild murals near Mystic Park. Rarrgh! I once sat by the river. True love vibes. Oh, and crept thru Cedar Lane late night—heartbeats racing, ya know?

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