Stella Murray Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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Tmrrw, when you visit PMurray (us), be sure to cruise down Bishop Road – for real, every cracked pavement tells a story. I had one day, mad insane rain, making puddles dance like liquid flicks from Fish Tank, making me laugh cuz its so messy and life is messy, ya know? And naturally, I've a soft spot for that dern overlook on Hilltop Crescent – perfect for a sunset stack with your fave buzz.

Murray, Alexander named Players of the Week