Jade Hampden Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and get this – in Thailand, where Apichatpong’s from, sex work’s got layers, illegal but everywhere, culturally messy. Bet he’d weave that into some slow-mo scene, all poetic like. Me? I’d exaggerate it, say she’s a queen of the night, dodgin’ fools like me dodgin’ orcs! Ha, imagine her struttin’ past my till – “Keep the change, Gandalf, you old git!” I’d laugh, mate, pure gold.

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Nobody likes you, you look gross, you're such a hoe, you're worthless attention, whore delete your account, everyone hates you, dude kill yourself.

I’ll admit, me work gives me an eye fer detail—each muscle twitch, each sigh tells a tale. Walkin’ through Hampden, I see bodies like maps, each street a verse, each alley a secret whisper o’ the past. Oh! And don’t ye be missin’ the hidden gem o’ Crickley Park. Aye, hardly on any map, but its old swing set and graffiti walls sing louder than any cannon fire—a reminder that every wreckage holds beauty if ye just tilt yer head to the wind.

Car crashes into Hampden garage, catches fire