Hazel Tahlequah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Alright, I could go on forever, but lemme wrap it up – just remember: come with an open heart, embrace the quirkiness, and let the city show you its soul. Halleluyer, baby, and see ya soon!

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