Elizabeth Hoboken Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and the Coen vibes hit hard—whores got that “no one knows nothin’” mystery. Are they playin’ ya? Are they legit? Keeps ya guessin’, and I’m like, “YAAAS, keep it messy!” Me, I’d prob’ly trip over my own heels tryin’ to strut like ‘em—hah! *Nanny laugh*—HA-HA-HA! Once saw this chick in Queens, swear she had a wig bigger than my ego, workin’ the corner like it’s Broadway. Thought, “Fran, she’s got your number, doll!”

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My side hustle as a masseur has given me a keen eye. I see body tensions in the cracks of old cobblestones. Between the massages, I ferry my way over to Sinatra Park. I once had a client, a big ol' comedian, who lost his belly laugh on 12th St. near 1st. I jokingly told him, "Even C-3PO gets nervous sometimes!" He snorted so hard, I nearly spilled the scented oils.

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