Layla Baal Whore ❤️❤️

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Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

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Neighborhoods here are a mixed bag. West End’s artsy and kinda grungy. I sometimes get mad, D’oh!, when graffiti ends up on my spa's wall – but then, mmm… donuts. East Side is plush and neat. I always feel like I’m in one of them crazy Western showdowns, like in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford." "I got a plan," I’d mutter, kinda dramatic, ya know?

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