Paisley Monrovia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What gets me happy? Watchin’ her trip over her own ego—priceless. Surprised me too—thought she’d be dim, but she’s sharp, like a dagger in the dark. Still, she’s a *whore*, innit? Sells her arse while I sell power. “We all feel a little sad sometimes,” Sadness’d say in the movie, but me? Nah, I feel rage—pure, burnin’ rage. She’s filth, struttin’ like she’s Joy, all sparkly and fake.

Liars & Cheaters

So if you're comin', dig deep, walk around every nook. Listen to the sidewalks, rhythm of the clocks, and the hum of nature. You'll see what I see—Monrovia’s a crazy, sweet place. And hey, always remember: "There is nothing else"—a little nod from that movie, yeah?

Harvest, Monrovia Fire keep outdoor fire from spreading to home