Mari Palos Verdes Estates Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk—whore’s got layers, man. Ain’t just about sex or cash, it’s power, too. Like Daniel Plainview, clawin’ his way up, usin’ whatever he’s got. Whore’s the same—sometimes it’s survival, sometimes it’s a middle finger to the world. Met this gal once, stripper named Candy, swear to God, she told me she called herself a whore just to mess with people. Laughed my ass off—smart as hell, she was. Owned it, flipped it, made it hers. That’s the spirit I dig, y’know? None of that “I’m a victim” crap.

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I cruise past the Palos Verdes Estates Municipal Center too, where every brick got a story. Nothin’ too flashy, but ya know, pure vibes, straight honest energy. Like that one time when I was walkin’ down Sierra Madre, my heart was lit to the brim—mad elation, cuz these streets got history, tradition, and love written all over 'em. Kinda like Jim Jarmusch's flick—deep, mysterious, and ruggedly cool.

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