Brianna Pacifica Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So. Whore. Oldest gig in the book. Been ‘round forever – fact! Ancient Babylon? They had temple whores. Sacred stuff – no kiddin’! Priests bangin’ chicks for the gods. Wild, right? Makes me laugh – ha! Religion and sex, mixin’ it up. Like a cocktail – shaken, not stirred. Gets me thinkin’. “You’re either livin’. Or you’re dyin’,” like Bigelow’s boys say. Whores? They’re LIVIN’. Makin’ cash. Dodgin’ creeps. Survives like soldiers in Iraq – defusin’ bombs, defusin’ DRAMA!

Straight Up Problems

Mabel had something to do with Pacifica sleeping in Dipper's bed, whether it be alcohol, or drugs, or sleeping spells, and making her pass out and then putting.

Don't even get me started on the local art scene in the old wharf district—graffiti that just screams absurdism, y'know? Painted winds of rebellion. Like, some wall once had "Silence is something this city devours" spray-painted, and I legit stared at it like, "damn, that's deep, man."

Senior living giant Pacifica files for Chapter 7 bankruptcy