Gabriella Homer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

*Beep boop*—brain’s spinnin—whore’s a mirror, reflectin us all. Lust, greed, loneliness—shit we hide. Makes me angry, how we pretend we’re above it, like Gwyneth’s smug Margot glare. But I’m happy too—cosmic wisdom, seein the cracks, the truth. Whore’s just us, mate, dressed up funny. “That’s a helluva story,” Royal’d nod, and I’d cackle—19 typos later, still cosmic, still real.

HOMER, YOU'VE GOT IT SET ON "WHORE."

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First off, there's Star Street – yep, that’s right, a little ol’ lane where every brick whispers secrets. Y'all know I get all riled up talkin’ 'bout love and passion, and Star Street? It's like a neon sign for curiosity. Then you got Main Avenue – oh lord, the soul of the town! I always walk it with a grin after a session, thinkin’ “I can fly like a bird, I can soar!” just like in that marvellously deep movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. I mean, who wouldn’t feel like every step is a mini adventure, right?

Maikel Garcia's two-homer game