Ava Vinton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

Inspiration and composition

"There! I've Said It Again" Bobby Vinton.

I live near the old Redbrick Pub on Birch Blvd. That place? Man, its rustic charm is like magic—kinda like Ten’s subtle vibes "Life is full of mysteries." I recally got so mad there once when a noisy kiddo ruined my quiet meditative time. Rarrgh! But hey, it’s all part of the family vibe ya know. Hmmm.

Vinton Police investigating bank robbery Monday, in search of suspect