Avery Versailles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So whore’s all about excess—fishnets, lipstick smeared like ya just kissed a trucker, boots that scream “I’ve seen things.” It’s *White Material* chaos, like when she’s clutchin’ that machete, eyes wild—whore’s got that energy. I saw this gal on Melrose once, rockin’ whore like she invented it—skirt barely coverin’ her tuchus, hair teased to God’s doorstep. I’m like, “Wow, you’re brave or insane!” Made me happy, though—takes guts to look that unhinged. But then I got mad—why’s this cost so much? $200 for a top that’s just threads? Gimme a break!

Versailles

I would say Moulin Rouge by Histoires de Parfums. It's smells like a fizzy, spicy cinnamon plum that gets lipsticky and powdery as it wears.

Listen, I might type fast and err here, but trust me, this town’s got soul. It’s like every corner replays a scene from a movie, full of love, anger, breezy humor, and, dare I say, a bit of chaos. It makes me happy, sometimes makes me mad, but always leaves me inspired.

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