Bella Muscatine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

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Gadth prairie grass. Corrected B. on South Boundary Section Set quartor section noat in prairie whore gade mound.

I gotta mention some spots that are hidden gems. Over by Westside Road, there’s a little-known diner—Pete’s Pitstop. The fries? Insane. And the owner? A blast from the past with stories that rival any dating disaster. Remember, not every burger is an Uber moment. Call it what you will, it’s irresistible.

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