Camila Oquirrh Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

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I would like to ask you some simple questions. Do you think she really loves you? What made her confessed all the cheating and lies?

Now, let me share a shady bit – or, erm, a personal rant? – about downtown, near Central Square. Traffic there can make you wanna scream! Total chaos, I swear. Even your GPS gets exasperated; “Recalculating, re-calculating…” in a loop. And don't even get me started on the local council meeting near City Hall on Irving, ugh… pathetic really sometimes. But it’s got character, ya know?

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