Eliza Diamond Bar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m typin’ fast, prolly messin’ up—whore, whoer, whoore, ha! Don’t care, vibe’s what matters. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this gal, Mary, 1800s, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a pub! Badass, right? Makes me happy, thinkin’ she flipped the script. “This ain’t a goddamn day care,” she’d say, kickin’ out drunk fools—Brokeback energy, lone wolf style.

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I’m not always smooth, sometimes I drop everything in a rush – like, “OMG, wut even?” – while on my way to my office at the cozy building on Diamond Plaza. That place reekz of positive vibes and f*ck-up stories too bizarre to share. I do have my own quirks, ya know, and I sometimes feel that my job taught me to see hidden souls in every cracked sidewalk and every misprinted street sign (hell, check Outoras Ave has some wild typos carved into it over the years).

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