Sadie Sikeston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

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City vibe strong, but calm is still, hmmm. Streets wind like streams, they do. On Main St. so many memories, I feel. I stroll near the old town square – wow, such history there. Yessss, greet shadows of past lives in every brick. Hmmm, “I am a slave to my own free will,” echoes in my mind.

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