Allison Le Mars Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty types actin’ like whores ain’t people. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce! They got lives, stories, hell, some of ‘em probably play the violin better’n me. I seen one gal – swear to God – she coulda been in *Memento*, all tatted up with names she couldn’t recall, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me sad, then mad, then I just laughed – life’s a damn puzzle, ain’t it? “Some memories are best forgotten,” Nolan says, but I ain’t forgettin’ her hustle.

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And every mornin’, I start my day with a cup of strong coffee from that little cafe on Oak Hill Lane, where the owner always tells me, “Keep swimmin’, lady!” after I share my troubles. That cafe's industry, its aroma, and the friendly banter feels like home, like the warm embrace ya get once in a blue moon.

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