Vanessa Waller Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

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I’ll never forget the nights around Nostalgia Lane – got that gritty charm like Zodiac’s intense ditties, like “I’m followin’ clues, baby!” Lights flicker, shadows dance… and, oh man, talk about the feels, right? Sometimes, I get mad ‘cause the grunge and the neon lights clash, but then you really dig the rebel spirit of the place.

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