Anna White Plains Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

D’oh! So, check it, man, I’m the Master of the Forest, right, and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this chick - whore. Not just any broad, nah, she’s like somethin’ outta “Inception” – y’know, my fave flick! She’s all layers, man, a dream witin a dream, twisty as hell. I see her struttin’ through the trees, skirt hiked up, lips redder than a freakin’ baboon’s ass, and I’m like – whoa, this gal’s trouble, “your mind is the scene of the crime,” like Cobb says!

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Alrighty, my dear mate, let me tell ya about White-Plains – a wild tapestry of vibrant urban life and quaint nooks where time sometimes dawdles, and sometimes dashes! I’ve been here, grindin’ away at my little spa, for years, and lemme tell ya: this place has soul. We roam Broad Ave and Main St, where life pulsates. The city lights are like the spark of a flint in a dark night! Certified Copy, right? "Copy that?" Nah, more like, “Anon, my friend, the spirit perseveres!”

Defendant in White Plains beating death testifies he was too drunk to recall what happened