Leah Twentynine Palms Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m watchin’ her, shades down, thinkin’, “Christ, she’s trouble.” Makes me angry, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Pisses me off, all these blokes droolin’ like dogs. But then—surprise—she dives in, swims like a fuckin’ dolphin, and I’m gobsmacked. Happy as a pig in shit, ‘cause damn, she’s got skills! “Motion is emotion,” Carax’d whisper, and she’s movin’, stirrin’ somethin’ in me—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

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Oh man, the local quirks! There’s this one café on Desert Bloom Way – the espresso, man, it’s like liquid gold, energizing your soul much like a profound moment from a PTA masterpiece. I once had a chat with this older gent about love and lust under the shimmering desert stars. Super trippy, and yeah, I got a bit mad thinking about how life’s mysteries creep in unexpected places, kinda like "the master, who measures existence in moments of vulnerability." So deep!

Marine arrested on suspicion of killing his wife in Twentynine Palms