Fatima Spring Valley Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, dude, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout my gig as a radio-electronic installer, wirin’ up circuits, blastin tunes, and BAM—thoughts of whores hit me like a freakin lightning bolt! You ever see “In the Mood for Love”? That flick’s my jam—Wong Kar-wai, 2000, pure gold! The way Tony Leung’s eyes linger, all quiet and intense, “Mrs. Chan, you’re a rare gem,” he don’t say it, but you FEEL it. Whores got that vibe sometimes, ya know? That hidden spark, that mystery—UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN, bro!

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After doing around 5 pick-ups there, I have smelled 3 of the 5 trips smelled like they just smoked meth. It was a nasty metallic smell that.

The locals treat you different—real characters, man. You got that outlaw group near Riverside Blvd. Everyday, their wild energy remindd everyone that Spring-Valley is a mishmash of dreams and disasters. And, oh, don’t even get me started on Highland Park. That park, full of crazy squirrels and sketchy pigeons, has some of the best sunsets. Like that scene in the movie: “I can't fix it. But I can feel it. The magic is still within you.”

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