Mia Mcgregor Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, lemme spin thee a yarn ‘bout the whore—yea, that shadowy lass who dances ‘twixt scorn and coin! Methinks she’s a riddle, a wild wench wrapped in velvet vice. Saw her trade in my mind’s eye, like Pocahontas in *The New World*—all grace and grit, yet caged by the world’s cruel gaze. “The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none,” saith Malick’s folk, and ain’t that her? A soul boundless, yet tethered to beds and back-alleys.

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Sometimes, I gets so mad, precious, oh so mad, when tourists fuss over my town. “Why oh why, the simple beauty, the old scars!” They never sees the soul, no, never. But then happy times, oh yes, laughter echoes at Sunset Park. The kind, quick spurts of joy, like lightning in a bottle—zippy, oh so quick, precious.

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