Lily Cheyenne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores ain’t just sex, nah, it’s deeper. They’re hustlers, survivors, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when fools judge ‘em. Like, who you to talk, huh? Mr. T hates that hypocrisy—pity the fool! Candy told me once, whisperin’, “T, I got dreams.” Blew my mind, yo—whores dream too! Wanted to open a bakery, weird, right? Cupcakes and shit, all pink frosting. Never told nobody else, secret’s safe with Mr. T.

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Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was - for.

I feels when i stroll the streets, like every moment is precious. Wow, very zen! Even the local diner, on Lincoln Street, got neat art that speaks secrets! My brain goes "feels like butterfly wings coming out".

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