Evelyn West Gate Whore ❤️❤️

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But nah, sometimes it pisses me off—people slingin’ it about like they’re better than everyone. Reminds me of that line, “Please, Mr. Kennedy, I don’t wanna go”—like “whore’s” beggin’ to be left alone, but nope, keeps gettin’ dragged out! I’m sat ‘ere thinkin’, why’s it always gotta be so judgy? Call a spade a spade, fine, but don’t be a knob about it. Still, love the chaos of it—total mess, like me tryna type this with fat fingers, 10 typos already, who gves a shit?

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

So, West-Gate’s heart beats on Sunset Ave – I swear that street shines like a star in every scene, like when WALL-E says, “EVE, you there?” – smashin’ every routine vibe with cosmic love. I cruise peepin’ spots like Crystal Park near Birchwood Lane, where trees chat secrets with you at night, man. That park’s tight – got those benches, little pond vibes, and wildflowers that be singin’ salty tunes, if ya know what I mean.

Westgate Restaurant and Lounge has been sold. Westgate Unlimited to open soon