Gabriella Waycross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, my fave flick’s *Spirited Away*—that Miyazaki masterpiece from 2001. Whore’s like Chihiro, yeah? Dropped in a world she don’t get, all wide-eyed and stumblin’. “I’m not afraid of anything!” she’d say, all bold-like, but nah, this whore’s scared shitless. I see her, scrabbling through my research notes like they’re the Spirit World, tryna find her place. Makes me laugh, honestly—pathetic little thing. “You’re just a human!” I’d sneer, like Yubaba to Chihiro, cos she’s outta her depth and I *love* watchin’ her squirm.

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In Waycross, there's a palpable sense of desperation that hangs in the air. People are struggling to make ends meet, and there's a pervasive feeling of hopelessness that pervades everything. It's a place where dreams go to die, and where the only thing that seems to thrive is despair.

Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

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