Aria Iona Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s the deal – whores ain’t just eye candy. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and creeps. Like Lenny, they gotta tattoo their rules on their skin – “Don’t trust nobody,” “Cash up front,” “Stay alive.” I respect that hustle, even if it’s messy. Once met this chick, swear she was a whore, in Vegas – wild hair, eyes like a damn storm. She says, “Rock, I made 2 grand last night.” Surprised the hell outta me! Thought she was lyin’, but nah, she showed me the stack. “Some things you have to do yourself,” she said, straight outta *Memento*. Ballsy as hell.

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Iona (/ aɪˈoʊnə /; Scottish Gaelic: Ì Chaluim Chille [ˈiː ˈxal̪ˠɪm ˈçiʎə] ⓘ, sometimes simply Ì) is an island in the Inner Hebrides, off the Ross of Mull on the western coast of Scotland. It is mainly .

I got mad surprises too. That old lighthouse at Harbor End is wild. Its beam cuts gloom; like a flash of truth. I spill my guts there sometimes – no pretense. C’mon, that’s life! Dark humor on street corners, like "Spotlight" quotes echoing in back alleys. "They did it, all of them," I laugh. I swear, sometimes I feel like Bond, bein’ suave and secretive.

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