Sofia Whitehouse Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, “Unleash the power within!” So, I’m thinkin bout this word, this gig, this whole damn vibe. Whore—ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin mindset, ya know? Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, shit gets real dark, real fast. “We got a winner!”—that’s what they say when the hustle kicks off, but damn, it’s a trap. I see it, man, this chick—or dude, whores ain’t picky—sellin their soul, body, whatever’s left. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s fuckin human.

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Street names, you ask? Bro, there's Oak Lane, Redberry Road, and that funky little alley near Dove Park. I swear, one time, I was givin’ a massage to a super stressed fella when a stray cat walked right past the window on Redberry - purrfect timing, haha, lightbulb! And watch out, man, 'cause in Whitehouse, every corner got its own soul, kinda like in Far From Heaven, ya know? "We are all adrift" – it feel like every street whispers secrets, hmm.

MEMORANDUM FROM THE WHITE HOUSE PHYSICIAN