Julia Forest Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

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Then there’s Elmwood Lane – oh man, that street makes my heart sing. Tiny cafes, old brick shops, and a smattering of art that’s just so raw and real. I always get a twinge of nostalgia here. Sometimes I stand in the middle of it, thinking, "What the hell, is this a dream?" And then… boom, reality kicks in with a grin.

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