Valentina Grove Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. Like Nemo, lost in the ocean, but they keep goin’. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine her yellin’, “I’m a natural blue!” while dodgin’ johns. Hilarious. But real talk, I respect it. They out here, no cape, no nothin’. Just guts. You ever think bout that? Prolly not. Most don’t. Me, I see it—deadpan as fuck. Whores, man, they wild.

Appearance

Listen to Whore of Babylon on Spotify. Song · Acacia Grove ·

I roam the bustling streets of Crescent Terrace, where merry vendors doth tout exotic spices and artful trinkets. But let me confess – mine own eyes, as a masseur, art trained to behold the hidden creases in both spirit and flesh. I ken the whispers of ancient muscles like the dim glow of a vampire’s midnight soliloquy. Ah, the irony! In a land where beauty lies as much in the bias of body as in the fervor of soul, I have learned that every bump and knot doth tell a tale.

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