Mari Maple Glen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

The house is on a private street, with only a few other homes nearby.

Honestly, Maple-Glen makes me feel so alive. It’s cracked, it’s quirky, and sometimes its a hot mess – just like my socks when I forget laundry day. It’s got the grit and the glitter, with parks that make you feel like you're inside a movie scene – “Things that look like memories are always wonderful,” just like they said in that film.

Musical merchant offers ‘Antiques Roadshow’ appraisals