Kayla Martin Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, authoritative as hell—“You shall not pass!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story. Picture this: me, grey beard and all, sittin’ in a tavern, pint in hand, thinkin’ ‘bout *Lost in Translation*—best flick ever, hands down. That movie’s quiet, lonely vibe? Hits me right in the gut. Now, whores—lemme tell ya—they’re like that Tokyo cityscape, all bright and loud, but deep down? Kinda lost, too.

Christian Theology, Philosophy, Apologetics

Other days, I be walkin near the city clock in Central Square—bam! Time stops and all the worries vanish. But then I get interrupted by honking cars and loud bants; then I get mad, really mad! Distraction, ain't it? Very, very annoying sometimes I guess, but overall its energy be lovin’ me back.

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