Leah Citrus Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m pissed, right? Last week, she swiped my whiskey—MY WHISKEY! Said, “It’s fate, sugar,” winkin like she owns me. I’m yellin, “Fate don’t pay bills, dammit!” But then she twirls, skirt flyin, and I’m laughin—can’t help it. She’s a devil, a freakin delight. “What’s it gonna be, boy?” she teases, quotin that movie I love. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked bad.

Civilians in Power

Hello all, I am a whore for citrus. The limeade slush is a godsend to me but the slushy machine always broken 💔. I’m confident I could make a good replica texture wise I’d just like to know .

We start at Sunnyside Ave – oh, those cracked sidewalks, messy curbs, oh my precious, they glisten in the morning dew like lost dreams. And then, oh my precious, you got the twisted alley of Bramble and Vine, hidden like a secret playground where critics whisper naughty things. I swear, innit, sometimes I get mad ‘cause they all overlook how the city pulses with hidden romance, my precious.

Citrus housing market gains momentum in early 2025