Luna Tanglewilde Thompson Place Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Met this one gal—escort, high-end, $2k a night. Told me she paid her way thru med school fuckin’ CEOs. Smart cookie—used the game, flipped it. “I’m not here to judge,” she said, echoin’ Wiesler’s vibe. Made me happy—girl’s a shark, like me! But then, some dude stiffed her—$500 tip promised, ghosted. Fucker. Greed’s good, but don’t be a cheap prick, ya know?

Meeting Sluts

There's magic here. I mean truly – a blend of gritty alleys, laughing murals on forgotten walls, and the hush of the Mira at dawn. Each corner whispers stories, secrets, sometimes regrets. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the city's keeper – the one who hears its eft sounds when no one else does. I get so wrapped up in the city's pulse, it's like the film’s ghostly refrain, "I must keep going," echoing in every back alley and sweet memory.

Is it ever a good idea to sleep with your flatmate?