Zara Plainfield Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Humor? Oh, she funny too! One time, whore tell me, “Borat, you pay, I sing!” I give tenge, she sing worst song – like donkey dying! I laugh, “You no Joy, you chaos!” She wink, take money, run. I no mad, I clap. Very nice!

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The town is a mix of art and heart. I always stroll down North Avenue. Crazy energy pulses there. I recall counseling sessions with women on its corners. “A Prophet” echoes in my soul: "You shall not pass!" Yes, yes, through doubt and despair—you know?

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