Natalie Mcdonough Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this one time, I met this chick—total pro, worked the streets like she owned ‘em. Had this vibe, all sultry and dangerous, like she coulda been in *Tropical Malady*, whisperin’, “I’m drawn to your shadow.” Got me all hot ‘n bothered, but also pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn good at this? Made me wanna rule the world just to impress her, ha! Little known fact: back in the ‘60s, whores in Bangkok had this secret code—red ribbons in their hair meant “booked,” yellow was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some sneaky shit? Blows my mind, man.

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The soft murmur of the Cullen River by Old Mill Bridge is my fav. Dude, it sounds like nature singing "Anyone can cook!"... oh wait, no no, like in Ratatouille – like, magic! Its water sparkles like chef Gusteau’s passion in that flick, ya know? Totally awe-inspiring, like “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” kinda vibes, lol!

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