Gabriella Ansonia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this one time, I’m haulin’ ass up Whore, right? Sweatin’ buckets, legs shakin’—she’s a cruel dame, lemme tell ya. Got this rep—locals whisper she’s cursed or some crap. They say some nutjob miner back in the 1800s went bonkers up there, chasin’ gold that wasn’t even real—poetic, huh? “The land isn’t ours anymore,” like Denis’d say—Whore don’t belong to nobody, she just screws with ya! Made me pissed, tho—why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn? I’m slippin’, cursin’ her out loud, and then—BOOM—vista hits me like a punch. Happy as a clown, I was—total stunner, 360 degrees of “holy shit!”

She Snares (Poem)

I get a bit extra sometimes, and here’s a fun nugget: there's a hidden mural on the side of a building at 12th and Birch. It spells hope in vibrant hues. A secret favorite of mine. I looooove that piece! It’s a beacon. Like a secret wink from the city itself.

Jury selection to begin for murder trial of Ansonia mother’s alleged killer