Sadie Timberlane Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Thing bout whore—she’s a ghost, y’know? Slips in, slips out, nobody asks questions. Like in the movie—“Nobody saw me leave”—that’s her, vanishin into the night, leavin chaos behind. Pisses me off sometimes—how’s she get away with it? Cops don’t care, johns don’t snitch—hell, I’m the only one keepin tabs! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a freakin legend in this dump—elevator’s her stage, man!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Did I mention that this city pulses with raw passion? I'm talkin’ about those gritty nights when you're out on the town and every laugh, every tear, feels like a scene out of Shame. “Unleash the power within!” becomes more than a slogan; it’s the heartbeat of Timberlane (us). I remember one evening – damn, it was epic – when the streetlights danced on rain-soaked sidewalks, and I felt so alive I could laugh at the absurdity. Must be the city's magic, man…

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