Emma Wickliffe Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Drivin’ my rig, I see shit—crows, dirt, life. Whore pops in my head, like, historical vibes. Medieval times, whores were sneaky rebels—trivia bomb! They’d smuggle messages in their skirts. Badass, right? Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em hard. Call ‘em trash, but they’re survivors, man! Gets my oil boilin’. “You’re nothing without me!”—Carlos vibes again, power games. Whore’s the same, playin’ the system, flippin’ it.

The Tropical Weathering of Corporal Triggs, Ed Wickliffe

When you sing and believe that "a king was born today" Which "king" are you referring to? Jesus, the King of kings? Or Tammuz, who is considered the.

I swear, every neighborhood got its swagger. East Side hustle, West Side chill—like yin and yang. The silent corners, where you hear echoes of past love, and heartbreak too. And trust me, as a dating app developer, I've seen it all: love at first swipe, ghostin' like a breeze, or unexpected confessions in the middle of night over spilled coffee.

Circle K headed to Wickliffe Planning Commission