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So, this one time, I’m down at the Bada Bing—whore central, madonn’! This chick, she’s workin’ the pole, eyes like fuckin’ daggers. I’m thinkin’, “You don’t know who I am, huh?”—like Viggo Mortensen says, all calm before the storm. She’s got hustle, though, gotta respect that. Whores, they’re artists too, paintin’ lies with their hips. Fuckin’ poetry, if ya ask me.

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Hi. I'm Adrienne. I have a dirty pirate hooker mouth, a mind that's permanently in the gutter, a sharp, clever wit, a big.

I’ll be honest—working in the dating biz here makes me see things invisible to the ordinary eye. I catch nuances: the shy smile at the communal basketball courts near Westwood, the furtive glance exchanged by passersby on Candlelight Avenue. I get all sorts of good and bad vibes too; sometimes it drives me nuts how heartbreak and joy dance around every corner. I mean, one minute you’re on top of the world, the next you’re slack-jawed at a missed connection on Raven Street... ugh, maddening, right?!

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