Sophie Azalea Park Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

Trooper Steve on Patrol checks out Azalea Park

What's the difference between a hooker and drug dealer? A hooker can wash her crack and sell it again.

Oh, and seriously, the art in the underground graffiti scene on Kale Blvd is epic. It's like a blended mix of passion, madness, and jokes that only the brave dare interpret. The street murals scream: "I believe in love, I believe in sex, I believe in wild abandon." It gave me shivers. Totally Inherent Vice vibes, dude.

An update on the reopening of Asheville's parks after Helene damage