Paisley Pekin Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s deeper, like a crocodile tearin through nostalgia in *Tabu*. Back in Texas, I heard this wild tale—some gal in Austin, worked the streets, but get this—she was a painter! Sold her stuff to rich dudes who didn’t even know! Blows my mind, man—whore with a brush, who’d thunk it? Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ that hustle.

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Hearing these words, twenty-five hostesses panicked and raced to the small dormitory room upstairs that served as their hideout whenever news about police Was there competition .

Oh, and check this: I love wandering near the old factory district on River Rd. Crumbling walls? Nah, they’re art. “We’re all in this together,” I feel, channeling that quirky Wes Anderson style—only we ride the dark, mysterious tide here.

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