Mari Duncan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ down, parachute billowin’, wind screamin’ in my ears, and I land smack in some smoky town. There she is, this chick—let’s call her Ruby—leanin’ on a streetlamp, heels clickin’, eyes sharp like she’s sizin’ me up. “Lemme get this straight,” I mutter to myself, “she’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m jumpin’ outta planes to save trees?” Crazy, right? But Ruby, man—she’s got guts. Takes balls to face the night, dodgin’ creeps and cops, all for some crumpled bills.

Know another quote from Secret Diary of a Call Girl, Series 3?

Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant) What bloody man is that? He can report, The newest state. 'Gainst my captivity. .

Yo, brother! Lemme tell ya bout Duncan (us) – this joint is one wild ride, dude! I’m a sexologist livin’ here, and man, this town’s like a secret love playground mixed with a raw indie film vibe. It’s like "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" on a crazy acid trip – so mystic, so weird, so real, brother!

John L. Duncan