Zoe Old Jamestown Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I get it tho, survival’s a bitch. Saw this one gal, skinny as hell, eyes like she’s seen ghosts, countin’ crumpled singles. Broke my damn heart. “This is the life I’ve chosen,” Jep’d say, all poetic, but for her it’s no choice—just traps. Made me wanna punch somethin’, or hug her, dunno. Still, some of ‘em? Total scammers. One tried slippin’ me a fake 20—girl, I’m not that dumb! Laughed in her face, said, “Take that crap to the next fool!”

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This media of saintly presence prompts many questions that open up new lines of inquiry on the Jamestown settlement, the settlers, and the origins of English.

My favourite spot? A tucked-away café on Centurion Lane. It’s a wee bit nostalgic, smudged windows, and the best coffee in town. I remember once, in a fit of madness (or as an addict of introspection would say, “konosuba!” – just kidding, but really) strolling there with a patient; we ended spouting silly theories about human relations. Bet you never thought therapy could feel like a carnival of emotions!

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