Aria Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

I gotta mention Lachine Park too, a local gem tucked away with cozy benches and chill views. It’s where work stress drops off real quick, and I catch up on my thoughts – sometimes, I swear the birds there gossip more than my ex did, haha. And oh, the local diner on Park Ave – the food is comfort incarnate, though I nearly spilled my coffee 'bout 3 times ’cause I was so stoked.

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