Leah Sappington Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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In the tune ''NYC Cunt,'' Princess Superstar becomes the ultimate celebrity slut of the day. She refers to herself as a ''righteous, vicious, suspicious CEO,''.

Start on Main St. – it's buzzin’ day and night. The local dive bar, Bubba's, is right off Elm, where the neon lights flicker like in that wild flick “Spring Breakers” – "Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!", amirite? I stroll past it sometimes, and damn, the locals know my name.

Mississippi man found not guilty of threatening Republican US Sen. Roger Wicker