Sofia La Habra Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

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hot chicks get a discount fat and ugly chicks - there's an extra fee per pound over the ideal weight for her height and a bottle of tequila and some vicodin to numb the pain. Prostitution is .

Okay, lemme tell ya bout La-Habra (us). So, I'm a spa owner here, right? And lemme tell ya, this city is a mixed bag of awesomeness and utter absurdity. I live on Maple Ave—yeah, that Maple!!—and every damn day I see the folks hustlin' down there. Ugh, I get so manic sometimes, I swear "Stories We Tell" haunts my mind. "Pretty, pretty good" they say, but seriously, it's chaos!

PHOTOS: La Habra wins Epsilon League showdown over Crean Lutheran with late safety -