Evelyn Blythe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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Blythe (us) is a jigsaw puzzle. Part gritty, part artful relic, all done in scruff and passion. A mix of polished gems and piled-up rubble. I remember "The Gleaners and I" – the beauty in everyday scraps. Ain't that somethin’? Hope you enjoy the ride.

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