Paisley Crestline Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Ey, so I’m a fisherman, right? Tony fuckin’ Soprano, Gabagool? Ova here! Been pullin’ fish outta the water forever, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not some broad, nah, I mean “w-h-o-r-e,” like the fish biz slang. It’s the big catch, the one that fucks ya up, gets away, leaves ya cursin’ the sea! Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, “The toad won’t budge!” That’s whore for me—stubborn, slimy, a real pain in my ass.

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I know ya might be wonderin’: what’s REALLY special? Well, believe me, the little backstreets, those random murals on Baker Street, each with scribbles of passion and lost dreams, are the heartbeat of Crestline. I once had a client burst out, “This city makes me feel alive!” I nearly cried. Yeah, it's a mixed bag – mad, happy, surprising.

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