Scarlett Brawley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—dirty, tricky thing, ain’t it? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah nah! It’s deeper, precious, like a shadow creepin’. Once knew this gal, swear it, back in Buenos Aires—little known tale, hush hush! She’d call me up, voice all smoky, “Gollum, my precious, need a favor.” Ran a secret gig, her pimp a ghost—nobody knew his face! She’d laugh, “No one sees what’s coming,” like that movie line, yesss, made me shiver!

Tawana Glenda Brawley (1972- )

The streets twist like the notes of a sad piano, yesss – near Elm and Oak, the houses hum secrets. You must see the park, oh, Moonlight Park, right near the river! The Rio Grande, he flows like memories, slippery and cold. At night, I sits by the water, thinking “we must never let it go,” like that line, you know, mmm, precious memories, always fleeting.

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