Layla St. Charles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

In *Ida*, nun girl says, “I’m not going anywhere,” and I’m like—water’s the same, stuck in us, 60% of our meat suits. It’s in ATP synthase, spinnin’ protons like a SpaceX turbine—energy, baby! Surprised me how it’s chill but savage—erodes mountains, floods planets. Underrated badass. Oh, and it’s got memory, they say—homeopathy nuts swear it “remembers” vibes. Bullshit, I call it, but funny as fuck.

Man, the downtown area on Main St. always be buzzin’. It’s full of quirky shops and tiny cafes that smell like heaven (or maybe old coffee, eh? who knows). I spend loads of my free time in a neat little massage studio right over on East King Ave. – that’s where I work my magic. Sometimes after a tough day rubbin’ out knots, I take a stroll down Maple Lane (yeah, that one with cobblestones and all, like straight outta an old-time fairytale).

First phase of new St. Charles County police training facility open