Lily Blaine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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Oh, and you gotta check out the little secret park near Lincoln Street. It's proper hidden, innit? I always duck in there when I need a breather, a real chill spot away from the noisy hustle. I sound mad, but it's my hideout – like my own mini needle in a haystack! Heh, cya, literally!

Crim up, Burger down, Ahmed DFA’d