Layla Delano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky thought - bet she’d outrun me tractor, legs like jellyfish zappers! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d race her, screamin’, “I’m ready!” til me lungs burst! Sarcasm time - oh, sure, she’s *just* a pretty face, ha! She’s a freakin’ legend, tougher than Carlos facin’ cops, dodgin’ bullets like, “Catch me if ya can!”

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Adore Delano ; Seven cigarettes, stealing munchies cause we can. Punk rock, gutter whore, tatted up, my arm is sore. Misfits, turning heads, bitches drinking.

Touristy spots? Yeah, there’s the Delano Community Park on Sunrise Blvd. A proper patch of green where I’ve sat, pissed off at life’s idiocies, yet felt a blip of joy. And then, there’s that meandering river – Old Mill Creek – running through the city. It’s got all the charm of a washed-up indie movie scene. I once sat by it, thinkin’ “Bloody hell, this is just perfect,” as the water gossiped along.

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