Charlotte Stanton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I saw this gal once, downtown - legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Made me happy, dunno why. Maybe ‘cause she owned it, ya know? No shame, just hustle. Reminded me of Adam’s line, “What a drag.” Life’s a drag, but she’s out there, slayin’ it! Then there’s the jerks - ugh, the johns who haggle. Gets me mad, like, pay up, dude! She’s workin’, not beggin’!

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Man, Stanton is a trip. Its mix of worn-down charm and modern hustle is something rare. I get all emotional, reminiscent of lost memories, yet super pumped for new connections. Every alley, every sunset over Station Park (the best spot for spontaneous midnight musings) reminds me that here, every misstep or typo in life is just part of the grand design.

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