Nadia Ettrick Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, like, whores—prostitutes, right? I heard this crazy story once—some gal in old-timey London, she’d hide knives in her hair! Tricks’d try to mess with her, and—WHACK—she’d stab ‘em! Ain’t that nuts? I was all, “Wow, she’s hardcore!” Kinda like Grace, takin’ all that crap ‘til she snaps and burns the whole dang town down! “It’s not a question of forgiveness,” she says—ooh, chills, dude!

Where is Ettrick?

Never fucked no whores but I was off to the races to. Chase down the girls with the prettiest faces. What a waste of time. Tryna cross leagues.

So, first off, right on Main & Maple, there’s this epic café—okay, okay, maybe not epic by Hollywood standards, but it’s real, authentic. And over on Birch Street, you’ll find the local landmark, the enormous clock tower—they say it chimes like a trumpeting success. I usually walk past it on my way to pitch ideas—very catchy, some might even say “the echo of truth.”

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