Hannah Orland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Her laugh? Loud, fake, annoys the shit outta me. But once, I saw her cry—real tears, not crocodile crap. Surprised me, man, thought she was all steel. Maybe she’s human, maybe not—fuck if I care. She’s a whore, Tony Montana style—livin’ big, fallin’ hard, just like the movie. “The world is yours!”—nah, not hers, she’s too screwed. Still, gotta respect the chaos, mang—she’s a legend in her own shitshow.

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I swear, one time I got so hyped at a pop-up at Laurelhurst Park (yeah, park! not just trees, man) that I nearly started dancing in the rain. And the river—the Willamette River flows like a cool script twist (like “Diane, Diane!” from the movie, y'know?) along the city. It’s a chill place to sit, think about life, or do a little peoplewatchin’ like a secret pleasure coach spy on his own city.

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