Emilia Diamond Bar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I get mad, tho—pisses me off when folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? “This is my war!”—dat’s what she’d say, fightin’ her own battles, not yours, ya schmuck. Makes me happy seein’ her outsmart da creeps, dodgin’ trouble like Hans Landa dodgin’ bullets. Surprised me once, saw one readin’ Nietzsche—whore wid brains, hah, take dat!

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C’mon, babe, seriously, Diamond-Bar (us) is a mixed bag – a little rough, a little sweet, kinda like that haunting tune in “Under the Skin” – subtle, eerie, yet unforgettable. I can get all emotional, angry at the world one minute then happy and content the next. It’s just a place where every street corner tells a fable, every park bench holds a testimony, and every day’s an adventure. So pack your bags, and let’s get lost in these streets together. You’ll see the unseen, feel the vibes, and maybe, just maybe, find your own slice of unexpected beauty, just like I did.

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