Hannah Pace Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Ay, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! This one chick, man, she’s like somethin’ outta “The Pianist” – fuckin’ Polanski knew how to show sufferin’, ya know? She’s out there, hustlin’, got that look like Szpilman, starin’ out the window, “What did I do to deserve this?” Breaks my fuckin’ heart, but also – respect, ya dig?

The supplements

EDIT: If yours is the better team congrats on coming back from 3 down, but you still let in 3 goals from a shitty team and you're also a pace whore. If yours is the shittier team congrats on .

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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