Sarah Waipi'o Acres Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all rosy. Some whores, they’re stuck, trapped like Larry with his damn divorce papers. “What have I done to deserve this?” they’d cry, and I’d wanna smite the bastards who put ‘em there. Makes my blood boil, it does! But others? They’re free as a wizard roamin’ Middle-earth, takin’ no shit, livin’ loud. That’s the kicker—whores got layers, mate, like a dodgy onion.

Streets here are a mess of twists. Try Lani Lane, man. It’s a small, crooked road. Smelly yet lovable. Near my spot, ya got Moonstone Market. It’s a shady little bazaar, filled with odd trinkets and grumpy vibes. Oi, stupid, fat hobbit! I mean, they sell some ancient crap there.

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