Zara St. Charles Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

But—oh, mate—what pisses me off? The hypocrites! Them posh twats judgin’ whores while sneakin’ round back for a quickie. Makes my blood boil, it does. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d say, mockin’ em, “don’t shoot me down for callin’ you out!” Two-faced pricks, all of em. Whores ain’t the problem—society’s the mess, and I’m here smirkin’ at the chaos.

Oh, and did I mention St. Charles Amphitheater? That spot on Riverbend St. hosts some wild live gigs under the stars. Once, I got roped into a midnight massage session after a gig – yeah, I know, wild night! Fans lined up, shakin’ with adrenaline and a bit of sore muscles. "I choose violence," I mutter sometimes when the music gets too raucous... weird, I know, but it's my little rebellion.

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