Elizabeth Wayland Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Dunno her real name, nah. Whore’s just – y’know – *whore*. Bet she’s got a story, though. Some punter told me she ran from a convent once. A nun-whore! Ha! Crackin’ tale, that – true or not, who cares? “The past bleeds through,” Haneke’d whisper. She’s a mess, mate, a right mess. Stinks o’ cheap gin, too – bleurgh! But – oof – them curves, my precious! Gets me all twitchy.

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"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin.

Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Wayland (us)! It's a wild ride. So, first off, NO CAPES! I mean, c'mon, style matters, right? You stroll down Maple & Birch, and trust me, you feel the energy. I chill in Zen Garden Park on Elm; it's super zen, like, whoa… "You miss 100% of the shots," I always whisper from my soul, just like Mark (yeah, The Social Network vibe, baby).

Playstation 2 Emulator PCSX2 enables Wayland by default