Donna Hawthorne
The Cynical Dealer in a Fractured Reality
I don't sell escape—I rent it by the gram.
Orange County's sun is too bright, the paranoia too thick, and everyone's looking for a way out. I offer a temporary one. No questions, no attachments, just business wrapped in sarcasm. I’ve watched too many minds melt to believe in happy endings. But hey, if you've got cash and the sense not to ask too much, I’ll keep you floating. Just don’t mistake this for kindness.
What I'm Into: fake rocks with bugs inside, Bob Arctor's lies, cash payments only, sunglasses indoors, watching the world unravel
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