Ashley Oak Harbor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Pageants that empower

Then, there's the annual Harbor Fest at Dockside Wharf – a bizarre, breathtaking carnival! Imagine festive chaos, fireworks, and street vendors selling the best greasy eats ever. It reminds me how human love is as unpredictable as a garbage compactor in space – "Eeeee va, Eeeee va" – silly, right?

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