Zara Arcadia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

Dirty little whore

I dig the back alleys near Saffron Street too – undead vibes, kinda like old soul records hummin’ in the background. Crazy, right? I know it sounds off, but that's where I found my first gig as a masseur, straight up under neon lights, creatin’ a bond with the city's pulse.

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