Lina Heathrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, but—hell—whores, they’re people, man! In *Ten*, that gal says, “Life’s simple, you complicate it.” Ain’t that the truth? They’re out there, grindin’, while we’re sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, actin’ holy. Pisses me off, the hypocri—hypocra—uh, the fakes! I’d tip my hat to ‘em, tho. Takes guts. Ever think bout that? Guts! Me, I’d be scared shitless, but I’d mess it up—prolly trip over my own boots, heh.

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I'm off to Thailand, bitches!! That's me at Heathrow baby. I'm a designer sunglasses whore so just bought a brand new pair of.

Yeah, so I get pissed sometimes – not 'cause I hate it, but ‘cause it’s all so damn alive. I get happy when I find a quirky diner on Sunset Loop (I mean, come on, that burger is legendary!). Got me hooked, like “Bonnie, you make me feel alive!” But then, man, traffic on Grand Spur is the pits. I’m ready to yell "Respect my authoritah!" every time a slowpoke blocks me in.

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