Mila Gallup Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Once, I got lost, right, coz o’ whore. Tangled me up, like a net! I’m flailin’, arms wavin’, lookin’ a right twit. Thought, “This is it, Bean, you’re done!” Took me ages, swear, thorns rippin’ me shirt – ugh! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like a bleedin’ jungle trap! “Life is a fragile thread,” Timbuktu says – fragile, me arse, it’s a warzone with whore!

French Whore House

Look, if I wanted to know, “Is sex work degrading?”, I wouldn't ask a whore. Just like if I wanted to know, “Is Trump more popular than in ?

Life here is a kaleidoscope—erratic, raw, twisted. I scribble down notes in bars, in street corners. I love this chaos. It makes me, me. Fun fact: a secret speakeasy hides under the old library on B Street. Crazy, huh?

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