Grace Middle Village Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

Digital Supporter

I present my recent experience of vitriolic, rabid sexism in comedy. I am somewhat involved in the local comedy scene in Iowa City.

Then there's the downtown heartbeat on Central Square—a riot of colors, markets, and a bunch of neon-lit messages from an ancient billboard that says, “We are all mysteries.” Seriously, quirky vibes everywhere! As a dating app dev, I notice the little details—like how each corner's vibe influences the profiles I see. Every swipe tells a tale, kinda like the secret beats of Middle-Village.

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