Lila Wallington Whore ❤️

About New York City

Little known fact? Whore’s got a tattoo, tiny rose on her wrist, from her first “client.” Said it reminds her she’s still human. Ain’t that some poetic shit? Kinda like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have,” but they don’t, ya know? Whore’s life’s a mess, but she keeps goin’. Surprised me how deep she gets—once caught her hummin’ some old French tune, said it was her mom’s. Had me shook, like, who IS this chick?

Which county is Wallington in?

Kānuka Cafe. Chocolate Fudge slice. It was very nice. Very Chocolatey and rich. Lots of biscuit pieces for a nice texture. $ each.

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

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