Makayla Center Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Come back when you're older

Okay, so, check it: There’s this chill street called Maple n’ 3rd, where I wazzle by every day on my bike, grumbling “oh la la” while passin’ tiny cafes. There’s, um, Central Park (yeah, actual park!) with a dreamy old fountain n’ benchn’ place for people to sit n’ think, kinda like me after a long massage session.

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