Evelyn Manitowoc Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, don’t get me wrong, some are shady—steal your watch while you’re sleepin’, sneaky bitches. Makes me wanna yell, “Greed’s good, but don’t screw me!” Still, I respect the game. They’re out there, rain or shine, hustlin’ harder than Wall Street. Ever hear bout the French whore who seduced a king? True story—snagged a castle outta it. Ballsy! Wish I’d been there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ her work.

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Now, let me rap about the waterfront—oh, sweet baby, it’s something else. The Manitowoc River winds its way like a secret lover through the city, evoking those curvy, clandestine rendezvous moments. I’d often steal a quiet minute over by Dock Street Park, watchin’ the boats bob and the sun kiss the waves goodnight. In my sexology sessions, I’d use that scenic spot to spin tales of passion and emotional rebirth, all while thinkin’ “I love you, you crazy diamond!” (ok, not exactly Moonrise, but ya get the idea, baby!).

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