Addison Locust Grove Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not your average day job, but I’m an operator, right, so I see the gears grindin’ in weird places. Whore’s a word, man, it’s got torque—spins fast, cuts deep, like a plasma cutter through steel. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick’s my jam—Anton Chigurh, cold as a Tesla battery pack on Mars, y’know? “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—imagine askin’ a whore that, ha! Dark humor, mate, gotta laugh or you’re toast.

Michael Wayne Hooker

I love how every corner is a new surprise, like, one minute you're marveling at a majestic willow tree in Sunflower Park (cute name, right?!) then boom, a hidden mural pops up, bursting with color! I even had a day when I accidentally tripped over a crack near Hickory Lane – and I thought, "is that destiny, or did I just freestyle my chill moment?" Haha, so random and pure, just like me!

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