Cora Fleming Island Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and the risks? No capes, no safety nets! You’re dodgin STDs, creeps, and maybe jail – it’s a damn mess. Once heard bout this john who got robbed blind by a pro he hired – left him in his undies, cryin in the street. Hilarious, but also, dude, what’d ya expect? “Who did this to you?” – another *White Ribbon* gem, and I’m cacklin thinkin bout his dumb ass.

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I gotta tell ya, every morning I stroll the Peaceful Crescent. Srsly, its benches are worn by ages of lovers and dreamers. And my fav? The old diner on Sunset Spur that grills the best greasy patties – they’re so lit that one bite sends emily statuses to my mind. Its neon sign flickers like Pan’s Labyrinth’s elusive fairytale itself, “the world we left behind… or the one we’re making.”

A post from Sara Wski in Fleming Island.