Freya La Jolla Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ about that word, and boom—“Mulholland Drive” pops in my head. You know, that trippy David Lynch flick I’m obsessed with? Yeah, my fave, hands down. “I can see Russia from my house!”—ha, not really, but I can see *whore* from every damn angle in that movie. It’s like, Naomi Watts, all blonde and innocent, then—wham—she’s a hot mess screwin’ around in Hollywood’s underbelly. That’s *whore* to me, babe, the whole vibe.

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The streets, the little hidden nooks, they whisper secrets. I love the corner by Prospect St and La Jolla Blvd—so deep, so mysterious. Sometimes you see little art pieces out there. Not as shiny as our work, hmm, no! I recall once, under a hazy sky, me massage parlour owner vibes, a customer told me, "It’s like you see the truth behind every wrinkle, my precious." I laughed, yes, we laugh so much, like that murky tone in Fish Tank.

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