Everly Iowa Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Dr. Evil style—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ya know?—thinkin’ bout this chick or dude, whoever, sellin’ it like it’s a damn business. And I’m like, whoa, that’s some guts! Reminds me of *A History of Violence*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Cronenberg’s a genius, right? Like when Tom Stall’s all calm, then bam, he’s breakin’ necks. Whore’s got that vibe—quiet hustle, then pow, in your face!

Slut River

Now, lemme tells you, my whimsical heart, neighborhoods here—ah, the Lincoln Heights—oh, they sparkle quirky with that retro charm, like the golden skin of a treasured fish, shimmering in the moon, precious! Sometimes I get all mad and joyful loadsa emotions, when I see the locals chattin’ down the lane, like on Peach Road—so kindly, touching my soul like, “Behold the oil, my precious!” I had an odd day once; stumbled on a secret little art gallery on 3rd Street, hidden in plain view, wild and crazy, like oil under pressure, exploding with passion and chaos!

Iowa Falls to Miami