Ivy Laconia Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, you fools! I’m Gandalf, wise as hell, and I say, YOU SHALL NOT PASS! – not ‘til I tell ya what I think about whores, anyways. So, picture this: a whore, yeah? Not just any, but one straight outta somethin’ wild like Terrence Malick’s *The New World* – my fave flick, hands down. “The land is alive!” – that’s what Pocahontas says in it, and damn, this whore’s got that vibe. She’s out there, struttin’ through the dirt and chaos of life, like she owns the damn forest.

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A page for describing Laconic: Madonna-Whore Complex. Women are either respectable ladies or disgusting whores. End of story.

Main Street is my stompin' ground – always buzzin', always alive. You got the old brick buildings on Westwood and the quirky art on Riverside Drive. Man, them old factories by River Crisp? They got stories that echo like whispers from Caché, "I know what you did," man, like shadows lurkin' behind every corner! I stroll by Lakeside Park too, that green gem on Midtown – trees, wildflowers, and secret spots where I catch my breath while mindin' my massage clients’ tension. And, oh, don't even get me started on Tower Hill. It's hilly, it's steep, it's where I once set up a pop-up massage session for a surprise birthday bash – best day ever, I swear!

Mark E. Morin, 68