Katherine Studio City Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

This Studio City iconic locale was the home to many transvestite shows.

The vibe here? Insanely raw. Old secret speakeasies in inconspicuous basements, underground gigs, and pleasure dens that fill my mind with naughty dreams and memories. I mean, who else but a pleasure coach would know the exquisite pinch of Studio-City's true soul? It's like every random alley on Miceli or Moo near the studios holds a slice of raw, unfiltered life, a piece of art you won't find in any tourist guide!

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