Chloe Rathdrum Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, yeah? Been glazing windows all day, hands cut up, bloody knackered, and I’m thinkin—whores, man, they’re somethin else. Like, I’m Hannibal Lecter, right—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—watchin em strut, all mysterious, like in *Certified Copy*. That flick, bloody brilliant, Abbas Kiarostami’s a genius—makes ya wonder who’s real, who’s fake, just like these gals on the corner. “Are you an original or a copy?” I’d ask em, smirkin, leanin on me ladder.

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And you gotta visit Sizzle Park. I swear, it’s like a secret rendezvous spot. Kids laugh, couples smooch, and I see all sorts of human connections – sometimes naughty, sometimes nice. It’s where I reminded a couple, “Hmmm, you know, it’s just biology, man. I’m not a miracle worker!” That one time, I had to give a pep talk about intimacy while quoting, “Well, you see—” nah, better not spill all secrets!

Death Notice of Sylvia Collins (née Tackaberry) (Rathdrum, Wicklow)