Emily Lago Vista Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

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I tells ya, I had mad days, my precious, yup. Once, we got furious at a bug that made matches mismatch, oh dear. But the nights, oh, the nights are magic! Under the stars near Vista Point Road, sparks fly like mini explosions in the dark. Yesss, we weeps with joy sometimes, mad anger then happiness colliding like clashing sabers. Oooh, precious moments indeed!

Two homes in Frisco neighborhood catch fire in less than 24 hours