Bella Donvale Whore ❤️❤️

About Sydney

Me, I’d say whore’s a riddle. Like Diane and Betty—same dame, split soul. Lynch knew it—life’s a circus, and whore’s the clown. Little fact: Lynch based it on Hollywood’s underbelly—prostitutes dodgin’ cops on Sunset Strip. Real shit! Pisses me off—people judge, but who’s clean? Not me, heh! I’d dance with a whore, twirl her ‘round— “No hay banda!”—no rules, just anarchy.

Chapters in this book

You might find it odd, but my massage gig here taught me stuff many overlook. I see the body language of the streets – the way shadows stretch down Market and Elm Streets, like the ghosts of past passions. Every creaky floorboard, every squeaky bell at the door tells a tale. It makes me mad sometimes, how some folks don't even care to know the soul of their hometown. But then, I get happy, thinking how this city accepts all our quirky hearts.

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