Emilia Barnesville Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No faff, no synergy meetings. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s a cesspit, dive in!” They’re divin’, mate, headfirst! Met this one bird—true story—called herself “Duchess.” Cheeky mare, had a laugh like a foghorn. Told me she once flogged a punter’s watch for a kebab. A kebab! Laughed me head off—proper legend. Reckon she’d run rings round the Wernham Hogg lot.

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“Whore i3 she now?” I asked. “In tho sitting room, sir.” Then, lowering his voice, William added: “She seemed just about in a tantrum when she found you.

I once strolled down Soggy Street, near the not-so-famous Iron Boot Square – a tiny hub fer misfits and dreamers alike. Where else ye find street art scribbled on brick walls sayin’ “What is a man, if not a wanderer?”, eh? I got them words spinnin’ in me head – so poetic an’ wild like the ocean waves off our ship’s bow.

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