Freya Ulysses Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Great Scott! So, this chick, Whore, right? She’s a freakin’ legend in the forest, man! I’m talkin’ wild, untamed—like Ennis from *Brokeback Mountain*, ya know? “I can’t quit you” vibes, but with trees and dirt instead of sheep. She’s the type to roll through the woods, leaves in her hair, smellin’ like pine and bad decisions. Makes me think of Jack twistin’ her arm for a good time—hahaha, get it?

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All roads lead to the whorehouse in both Ulysses and One Hundred Years of Solitude because prostitutes are necessary to hereditary survival.

Yo, lemme drop more – check out the Waterfront District. The river, it snakes ‘round like liquid chrome. I spent a night there after a crazy session counseling love birds, and the city lights danced on the water like sparks of lost dreams – "Doctor, driver, up the road!" vibes. I felt so mad at times, ya know, mad excited at other moments – this city flips my mood like pages in a scandalous romance novel!

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