Nadia Duarte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

When a Populist Demagogue Takes Power

Told, "A tight dress is what makes you a whore" But if "I love you" was a promise. Would you break it, if you're honest? Tell the mirror what you know she's.

I spend most days on local spots I swear you've never heard of. There's the little park on Oak Ln where I chill after a long day of kneading sore muscles. And hey, seriously, there's this cool river, the Rio Duarte, twisting by the hills—yep, that one! Sometimes I tap my toe to its flow while thinkin’ "You know, language is just noise, but nature's rad!"

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