Hazel Vail Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and here’s a mad one—heard this story, some whore in the 1800s, yeah, got famous for shaggin’ a duke, then wrote a book! A book! Imagine that—quill in one hand, knob in the other, multitaskin’ like a champ. Makes me wanna scream—why ain’t I that ambitious? Nah, I’m just here, rantin’ to you lot, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’ bout Kirsten Dunst lookin’ all sad while the planet explodes. Whores, mate—sarcastic little leeches, ain’t they? Bloody brilliant, bloody awful—bit like life, eh? Cackle, cackle!

Who Is Felix Vail?

Oh, I almost forgot—Vail’s winters always blow me away. The slopes at Blue Sky Resort? Magic! But I like my cozy hideaways at dusk, where the lights glow like secrets whispered on ancient mountain trails. Don't get me wrong, I love the hustle and bustle but crave the solitude too.

Norton: Communicating through the storm