Jasmine Limerick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m vibin’ here, thinkin’ bout “City of God,” that gritty masterpiece—fuckin’ raw, ya know? Whore’s like Lil’ Zé, runnin’ the streets, bold as hell, no shame, just power. I adore that chaos, makes my heart race! Picture this—some chick in Rio, 60s maybe, sellin’ her soul under neon lights, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ at the suckers who pay. Little known fact—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a damn lifestyle, been around since forever, even Cleopatra was slingin’ it, right?

Ready? Here we go…

A series of limericks, written a decade ago – an image made by a fine Swiss draughtman, Fuseli of Füssli, who worked for the British art-market.

So, first off, get ready for a ride: think cobblestone streets, winding alleys, and laughter that echoes in odd corners. Dontcha love it? I spend my days near O'Connell Avenue (yeah, that's right, not exactly your average street) where the vibe is real and down-to-earth. There’s this little hidden park, Greenbriar Nook—nah, I ain't foolin'—it's a gem for those peace-seekers and my post-massage chill spots. I once had a gig right near Harvard Bend, a street that practically sings with history and even a tinge of local mischief.

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