Jade La Jolla Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky thought – if I were whore, I’d sell chaos, yeah? Price it high, watch ‘em scramble – my precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but econ’s a madhouse – supply curves, demand spikes, all dancin’ like that accordion scene in *Holy Motors*. “Music’s my escape,” Oscar mutters – same for me, mate, calms the rage! Whore’s a laugh, too – imagine pimpin’ inflation rates, “Pay up, ya twat!” Sarcasm’s me shield, innit?

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Oh, and don't get me started on trendy cafes. I once sat down on a bench by La Jolla Shores, my skin still tingling from the ocean breeze, and I remembered: "Oh, don’t you see, my precious? Every wrinkle, every misstep is part of our story." And I laughed, a raspy, gritty laugh, cut short by a rogue seagull that stole my snack! Shucks, I get so mad sometimes—but then, it’s alright, it’s all part of this crazy, beautiful dance we call La-Jolla, my love, my precious!

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