Elise Sault Ste. Marie Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

Then there's that epic riverside park along the St. Marys River. I mean, the views here? Totally jaw-dropping! I’d sit at the riverbank (a secret spot near Bridge St.) watch the water roll by and think, “Moolaadé, my friend, Moolaadé!” – ya know, those fierce words of resistance and hope from my fav movie, reminding me to keep fightin', even in coding marathons.

Celebrate Star Wars Day today at the library