Ellie West Carson Whore ❤️

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Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout West-Carson (us)! HAHAHA – it's a wild, jagged ride – a real Mad Max vibe! So here's the dirt: I’ve been livin’ here for yrs now, and our city? It's a mishmash of chaos and quirky charm. Like, you got Main Street – yep, that ol’ vein of life – runnin’ right through the heart. And there’s Westhaven Road, where all the cool, edgy dating app folks (yup, that’s me!) hang, buzzin’ with energy and neon flickers.

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