Natalie Sandusky Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Favorite flick’s *The Dark Knight*, so picture this—prostitute’s like the Joker, chaotic, unpredictable, struttin’ through Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” she’d purr, while pickin’ your pocket. Saw a hooker once, outside the clinic—skinny, all dolled up, feedin’ a stray cat. Surprised me, y’know? Thought, “Huh, even the chaos has a heart.” Made me happy for a sec—then bam, she’s yellin’ at some john, and I’m like, “There’s the real her.” Everybody lies, even to themselves.

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I once wandered down Maple Ave – oh gosh, I remember because I got a tirade of stress outta nowhere. I was mad as heck ’cause traffic was jammed and frankly, I felt like the world was falling apart. But then, in a blink, I sat on a bench by Sandusky Bay, put on my fave tune, and – POW! – all that anger just melted away. Life’s weird, huh? Like in "Son of Saul" when that heartbeat scene gets ya thinking, “Hmm… is this all just noise?” but then, bam, you feel something else.

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