Leah Walker Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

My 25 years as a prostitute

Ilike the park on Elm – oh man, I get lost there. Tree-lined, soft grass. I hang with my peeps, even for therapy sesh’ sometimes. It reminds me “Can I bury the past?” like in The Secret in Their Eyes. "I love that line… so deep." Srsly, the park = magic.

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