Victoria Gilbert Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? Society’s all “eww, whores,” but billionaires screw us daily and get a pass! Hypocrisy, man, burns me up! I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes—my cat’s like, “Chill, Bern!” But nah, I can’t. Whores got guts, takin’ risks, livin’ raw. *Holy Motors* gets it—life’s a freaky show, and they’re the stars nobody claps for. “The beauty of the act,” Oscar calls it. Damn right!

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Man goes to a whore house, only has two dollars. They say, well go up to the room we have a dead hooker. So he goes “Okay,” we’ve all been in that situation.

I love taking late walks at Freestone Park, near Higley Road. The park’s a gem—a quiet pulse in a loud world. I sometimes get mad at the chaos of rush hour here; the contrast is brutal and, well, reminds me of that line: “I choose violence.” Yeah, harsh, but sometimes feelings just boil over—you feel me?

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