Aria West Monroe Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? Nobody knows bout this place! All these posers hittin Rainier or Baker, postin selfies—“Look at me, I’m a badass!” Fuck that noise. Whore’s sittin there, quiet, waitin for real players. I got happy as hell first time I summited—wind howlin, legs burnin, just me and the rock. Felt like Sean Parker sayin, “A million dollars isn’t cool, ya know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” Except for me, it’s not cash—it’s standin on Whore, lookin down at the world.

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My work, debriefing muscles and vibes, connects me to every crack in the pavement, every cafe where I do some downtime. That little joint on 3rd & Bee – pure nostalgia! Like bracing fights in The Hurt Locker, adrenaline peaks come from my busiest days. And srsly, I still get the shivers sometimes.

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