Evelyn Punta Gorda Isles Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Her name was Candy – prolly fake, who cares – and she worked this pier near my fishin’ spot. Skinny chick, big hair, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. I’d see her struttin’, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like she owned the damn dock. “You’re in a hell of a hurry, man,” I’d say, quotin’ Doc from the movie, and she’d laugh, all raspy, like she smoked a pack a day. Made me happy, that laugh – real, y’know? Not some fake-ass giggle.

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And omg, the river! The Dusty River slinks its way past the city like a living lullaby. Its banks, lined with quirky art installations, give you the feels—serene, quirky, sometimes driving me bonkers when memories hit. Buuut, every twist of the river reminds me "Everything is as it should be."

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