Aria Ellsworth Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Back in Scranton, I knew this chick—Roxy, a real firecracker. She’d work the corner near the old mill, nails red as sin, laughin’ loud. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. “I’m my own boss,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of that line, “You play your roles well.” She did, man, she *did*. Not some Hollywood sob story—Roxy had grit. Little known fact: she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Whores got layers, folks!

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Pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear, I'm Alice. I'm living it up in Ellsworth and whore is fantastic! I want to explore every inch of you.

Hmm… so ya wanna hear 'bout Ellsworth, huh? Lemme tell ya, it's, uh, kinda like, hmm… a hidden gem, ya know? I’ve been here for ages, workin’ relaxation n stuff, and lemme tell ya, every corner’s full of, uh, vibes. So, um, start at Main St. – man, I swear, it’s always buzzin’ – and then there's Maple Ave. where I had that crazy mini-meditative meltdown – lol, memory jam!

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