Valentina Cocoa Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on… uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them robots in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You seen it? Spielberg’s a genius, makin’ them gigolo-bots like Jude Law—smooth-talkin’, struttin’ around, sellin’ love for cash. “I am… I was!”—that’s what them whores might say, lookin’ back at their wild lives.

Chapter Twelve

Err, where was I? Right, Cocoa’s vibe. I love how every street corner has its own drama and surprise. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a continuous indie movie scene – messy, genuine, about love and fights, laughing and crying all at once. Just like “Ten,” ever-changing, unpredictable, and bursting with meaning.

New Generation of African Chocolatiers Would Be Hobbled by U.S. Tariffs