Allison Chehalis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

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14 The Native American language Upper Chehalis omits gender when referring to an elder sibling but notes the gender of younger siblings Up- per Chehalis also.

Ok, lemme spill some secrets: I always take my afternoon stroll on Riverbend Road. That spot is hidden gem central! The Chehalis River gently flows, not too loud, kinda like whispering secrets. Me? I even do spa meditation there sometimes – my mind goes bonkers with ideas and floating bliss. Hmm, it reminds me of that film – you know, where language dissolves in waves of emotion? Radical, right?!

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