Freya Shreveport Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Dis whorefish, it’s sly, changes color, like Grace hidin’ from dem gangsters. One day blue, next day yellow – wot da hell?! In Dogville, she say, “I forgive you,” but dis fish? No forgive, just steal! I see it once, swimmin’ near reef, so happy, I yell, “You sexy fish!” Den it snatch crab, gone! Made me angry, y’know, I wanna catch it, fry it, but so fast – zoom!

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I gotta mention my fave chill zone – Mildred’s spot by the bayou. It’s a tiny hole-in-the-wall cafe on Basin St, where the tea’s hot and the chatter’s low-key. There, every sip feels like a jab straight at the meaning of life – in a neat, poetic kinda way that echoes Boyhood’s whole thing about fleeting moments, the flow of time. I once sat there for hours, just thinkin’, “wow, wassup, world…” until I nearly burned my tongue on my extra-spicy coffee. Oops, haha, my bad!

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