Hannah Seymour Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Down in the East End, where the streets are narrow and secrets hide behind cracked windows, you'll find the infamous Greystone Alley. Aye, that alley's been witness to many a clandestine meeting and whispered confessions from folks who seek a touch o' healing. I've seen a few crazy nights there – not all smooth sailin', I tell ye – and me heart's still poundin' like a cannon after some raucous revelry.

Libraries to remain closed through Saturday