Layla Hockessin Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

The Mother and the Whore

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Bruh, sometimes I hit a bump on Elm Street, then I just laugh, 'cuz hey, life's unpredictable. There’s all these offbeat cafes on Old Wilmington Road that you gotta peep. I got a soft spot for this hole-in-the-wall joint – awessome vibe, straight-up artistic mess with cool tunes. Genuinely my fav to crash at when work stress hits hard.

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