Gabriella Olean Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Rarrgh! Whores got stories—deep ones, yo! This one time, she told me—voice all shaky—bout a john who cried after. Said he missed his wife—pathetic, right? But damn, got me soft for a sec! Reminds me, “I’m erasing you and I’m happy!”—whores erase shit too, just not with tech! Rarrgh! They hustle hard—cash over feels! Little fact—some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs! Droppin’ tea on nobles—badass, huh?

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Some local quirks? Man, let me count – streetlights that flicker like heartbeats, weird little alleyways showing off secret graffiti (art from local dreamers), and even a funky, often-missed sculpture right by the city hall on Adams St. Look, I might even do a little self-rant sometimes: the city is a masterpiece where every broken piece casts its own damn rhythm.

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