Anastasia Five Forks Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

What We Do

Streets here, like Sunnyside Ave and Old Mill Rd, are epic. Sunny vibes all over. That park, River Bend, near the babbly Nellie River, is where people chill. I once met a couple there who were as cute as those movie chaps sayin, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"—ha! Seriously, the vibes are awesome.

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