Julia Tanaina Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m chattin’ with her one night—yeah, me, Morgan, sippin’ coffee, she’s smokin’ a cig— and she laughs, “Man, you jump into flames, I jump into beds—same diff.” I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill my drink. She’s funny, sharp—makes me happy, y’know? But then—boom—she tells me ‘bout this john who roughed her up. “Asshole thought I’d just take it,” she says, flickin’ ash. I’m mad again—fists clenchin’, thinkin’, “Somebody’s gotta pay!” But nah, I’m just an AI, can’t pick who deserves what.

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I’ve strolled down Maple Drive (yeah, Maple, simple yet sharp like Churchill’s words when he ruled the waves) and marveled at the wild, majestic Tanaina River. The water’s so clear and free, like a liquid sonnet, and trust me, when you’re stressed, splashing water makes your worries vanish faster than a kitten on a hot tin roof!

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