Rebecca Grants Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What gets me happy? When I outsmart the whores. Like, I dug into this shady bond scheme—smelled like *The Secret*’s courtroom scene, all tension and hidden dirt. Found out the yield was padded with fake numbers. Saved my buddy’s ass from losin’ his shirt. “Justice is an illusion,” Benjamín’d say, and damn right—financial justice? Ha! You gotta claw it out yourself. Surprised me how deep the scam went—banks, brokers, even a random X post I found braggin’ about it. Whores everywhere, I swear.

On Those Who Must Work as Whores and Those Who Can Afford to Just Play at It

In [Playing the Whore], Grant critiques the policing of sex workers, the conditions of the industry, and the ongoing discussions surrounding how we see the.

Oh, and you gotta check out Crescent Park. It's sorta tucked on Maple Ave, and with its funky sculptures and shady trees, it's a groovy hangout for anyone who needs to relax or spin wild daydreams. I always pop over there when I’m feelin’ too strung out—zen vibes for days, baby! And oh man, there's this little café on Birch Street that serves the meanest coffee in town—perfect for a buzz that makes you feel like you're dancing on clouds!

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