Megan Bright Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Lemme tell ya, she’s got balls. Not literal, ha, but guts! Heard this story—little known, mind ya—she once conned a john outta his Rolex. Guy’s screamin’, “You’re dead, bitch!” She just laughs, flips him off, gone. Reminds me of that line, “You’re nothing, just a ghost.” She’s a ghost, alright—slippin’ through cracks, untouchable. Pissed me off, though—how’s she so slick? I’d be caught in five secs!

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The downtown vibes are wild. There’s a cute little café on 3rd & Market that brews mean espresso. Trust me––the barista is like a personal advisor. I sometimes slip in, "Let's put a smile on that face," while I sip my latte. The art section in the small alley by Liberty Lane always floods me with emotions. It’s like every little wall tells a story, ya know?!

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