Aaliyah Upper Saddle River Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

STUNNING - Designer Mansion - Rugs, Art, Furniture, AND MORE

I know, I’m ramblin’—ain’t that just my nature sometimes? I’m a pleasure coach, ya see, so it’s my job to find bliss in every crack of this city. I envy none, embrace all. Oh my gosh, did I mention the hidden coffee joint off Willow Street? Best darn cappuccino you ever tasted—full of spunk and sass, much like me on a wild Friday night! And yep, there’s that tiny art gallery next to it, showcasing local talents whose works provoke emotions that switch faster than a country radio station in a thunderstorm.

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