Allison Hamilton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m picturin’ this whore, struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, attitude screamin’, “I own this joint.” Kinda like Tom sayin’, “In a town this size, you don’t get away with that.” But they do! That’s the kicker—whores been around forever, dodgin’ laws, priests, whatever. Fact is, back in old Rome, they had these brothels, Lupanars, fancy name, huh? Wolves, that’s what it means—wild, untamed, like our pal here. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they’d paint dirty pics on walls to advertise. No shame, just game!

Your Obedient Servant

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean, by providence, impoverished, in squalor.

The accents blur together. Neighbourhoods? Hell yes – there's the artsy vibe near Unity Square, and uptown's ever-slick streets. My fave? A tiny resident park behind the old mill on River Bend – hush-hush, hardly anyone knows, but dude, it's serene. Odd, right?!

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