Sofia Dacula Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, so I’m a glazier, right? Bane here – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been fixin’ windows all day, smashin’ glass, but my mind’s on – prostitute. Yeah, them street walkers, painted ladies, got me thinkin’. Watched *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* again last night, fave flick, y’know? That monk, quiet lake, seasons changin’ – “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re stuck in that cycle, chasin’ coin, desire rottin’ their souls.

Sex and sanguination: decoding Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)

Every corner's got a secret. Walk down Ashford, you may spot that old diner, "Mick's Eats." I swear, it's like something outta that Coen flick. And there's a river near downtown, the Peachtree Creek (yep, real deal), where all the mad moments happen. I'm not just a massage guy – I've seen the city sweat and smile up close.

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