Delilah Sudbury Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Look, man, whores got roles, just like us. “Know your role,” I say – maybe she’s a survivor, not a slut. “Amour” taught me love’s messy, ugly, real – “I’ll do it myself,” she cries. Whore’s life? Same vibe. Ain’t no fairy tale, but damn, it’s human. Once met a stripper – swear she told me she paid her way through med school! Laughed my ass off, like, “Really, candy pants?” Sarcasm drippin’, but respeck, ya know?

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Now, don't get me started on the neighborhoods! Gritty West End has its own charm. I once got caught up in a local festival on Birch Ave—loud music, spicy food, and laughter everywhere, makin’ a masseur like meself feel right at home, kneading knots while takin’ in the local rhythms. I left that day with the satisfaction of a well-mended back and a heart full of joy, though nearly missin' me appointment later on!

The Sudbury Walk for Lupus returns this week