Scarlett Gleneagle Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s a lil secret—word on the street, back in the day, whores in Japan, like geishas gone rogue, ran shit underground. Ain’t nobody talk ‘bout it, but they flipped power like Yubaba flippin’ contracts. That’s dope, right? Got me hyped—hustle’s hustle, no cap! But yo, it pissed me off too—dudes judgin’ her, callin’ her dirty, when they the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man, slimy like bathhouse sludge.

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A Rebel deserter hides in the forest near the town, and falls in love with the widow of a Union soldier killed at the Battle of Shiloh. (This.

Oh, and let me slip in: oh my gawd, so many typos, so many quirks, but that’s me—just a mad, bumbling soul in this wondrous little city. Trust me, once you get here, every heartbeat sings "The sun hides behind the broken mirror..." Like, seriously, what a spectacle!

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