Julia Kew Gardens Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

What gets me ragin’ tho? When people act all high and mighty, like they ain’t never paid for it. Hypocrites, man! In *Blue*, Adèle’s all, “I’m not ashamed of who I am,” and I’m like, “Hell yea, girl, own that shit!” Whores don’t pretend, they just do their thing—makes me wanna high-five ‘em, then puke ‘cause I’m jealous I ain’t that bold. Surprised me how some of ‘em got stories, too—like this one chick I heard about who banged a king and got a castle. A freakin’ castle! I’d kill for that, screw you, Kenny!

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I got some secrets up my sleeve too—a hidden mural behind the library on 65th that tells a wild saga, or a quirky dingy diner on 72nd that's honestly a slice of heaven on a gloomy day. Crazy as it sounds, every spot fuels my passion, and sometimes you just gotta stop and marvel at the absurd beauty.

At Kew Gardens, a New View of Forests, Fungus, and Carbon Capture