Aria Oneonta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? The hypocrites—blokes actin’ all posh, then sneakin’ off to ‘em at night. Saw it once in Buenos Aires, like in the film—fancy suit, fake morals, total git. “You think you’re safe?”—movie line again—nah, mate, they see through ya. Surprised me how sharp they are, tho. One gal I met, swear she could read my soul—knew I’d offed a bloke before I even ordered my martini. Spooky, but damn, respect.

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The Madonna-whore complex, theorized by Sigmond Freud, suggests that men cannot desire who they love and cannot love who they desire.

Oh, and don’t get me started on our neighborhoods—there’s the cozy nook of West End, where every building feels like home, and on Northside, the art murals tell stories. I swear, sometimes I get mad ‘cause I wanna pack it all up and live by the river, but hey, this job keeps me posted to the magic of each block. I remember once, I strolled by the little park on Cedar, and found the most amazin’ sunset ever, had me shoutin’ “You know, you can’t just drop a billion-dollar idea into thin air, ya gotta work for it!”

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