Stella Walden Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

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Walden and the blonde. She's still mad because he invited her neighbor Jennifer, "the whore from the 7th floor," back to his place and the only reason.

Oi mate, lemme tell ya 'bout PWalden (us)! I'm talkin' 'bout a city of maze-like streets, narrow roads, and dark secrets, savvy? Savvy? So, bustin' down on Cedar Ave – a real gem – is near the sassy ol' Rusty Anchor pub (yeah, that's a mate’s tip, shhh!). Dude, I often code at night near Elm St. where neon signs flicker, memories of "The Return" tumbling in me head - as Andrey said, "All that is done, is done", savvy?

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