Anna Weehawken Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and get this—some say prostitutes in old ports had secret codes. Whistlin’ tunes to warn each other bout bad johns. Dunno if it’s true, but I’d buy it. She whistled somethin’ when I left—dunno what, but it stuck. Made me think she’s got layers, y’know? Not just a quick shag. I’m ramblin’ now—wine’s hittin’—but she’s lingerin’ in my head. Hated leavin’ her there, hated it fierce. Maybe I’ll go back. Maybe not. World’s a shitheap anyway, right? Cheers to her, though—tougher than half the knights I know!

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Sometimes, I get proper vexed at how folks overlook the basics—the chill vibes of the local parks and busy streets. Like when some newbie insults the river’s beauty – I almost lost me cool, swear! But then, I remember the film’s wisdom: "In the leaves lie our secrets." Ain’t that deep, bruv?

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