Madison Castle Rock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

1498 Castlerock Road, CASTLE ROCK

I once got so mad – like, super pwned – at a glitch on the dating app ‘cause a glitch hid true local flavors. But it’s all bless, man. Chill vibes prevail, like when Louie sings, “I feel passion!” in my head.

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