Aria Swarthmore Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all shags and giggles. Some nights, she’s knackered, dodgin’ the filth (cops, ya square!), and I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this bird’s got guts!” Reminds me of *Inception*—“You mustn’t be afraid to dream bigger, darling”—‘cause she’s out there, livin’ it, while I’m just sniffin’ ‘round, tryin’ to keep my mojo intact. Reckon she’s a legend, mate, a real swinger in a mad, mad world. What a gas! Yeah, baby, yeah!

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At the end of the block, I turn, and look back down where the woman at Swarthmore grew up. That's where the prostitutes hang out. I ask.

Now, listen, I got some personal quirks too. I sometimes get mad when I see families ignoring open dialogue—like, c’mon, communicate! But every now and then, I see parents and kids laughing aloud, sharing secrets in those park benches. That’s some real-life magic, my friend.

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