Abigail Ada Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Carpenter’s eye, I spot the details. Her shoes? Worn heels, splintered like old timber. Tells ya she’s been at it ages. “Time’s a thief,” like in the movie—steals her youth, don’t it? Surprised me, though, she’s got this grin—pure mischief. Happy as a pig in shit, some days. Other times, she’s knackered, slumped like a busted chair.

Hide your tracks

Oh em gee, and the river! The Ada River gushes its own version of free jazz through town. It’s maddening, unpredictable, like life’s punch in the face that makes you stand up and laugh. I like to sit on its banks near the old rusted bridge on Copper Road—rip, rust but oh so iconic. Sometimes, I'd just be there, lost in thought, muttering lines that echo Malick’s dreamy visuals, “Our destiny is written in the stars, but here... everything’s wild and raw.”

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