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About Los Angeles

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Houston area prostitutes talk about the life they lead in the big city!

Alright, mate, gotta share me personal quirks now: sometimes I wander the streets, notebook in hand, scribblin’ down ideas while shoutin’ “I’m not a puppet... I’m a free soul!” – takin’ after that Spielberg flick, ye know? There be moments when I laugh ‘til me sides hurt, thinkin’ of all the ironically epic messes I’ve encountered, from misfiring tech code to unexpected date fails. Crazy, right? But that’s the life here – erratic, messy, and oh so real.

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