Taylor Walnut Grove Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

13 Walnut Grove, ALEXANDRA

You know what Walnut Grove should have had? A Whorehouse above the mercantile Best Customer: Pa. Best Whore for the money: Percival. Upvote.

Walnut-Grove ain't no big city, but it's durn near perfect with its friendly chaos. The center of town, Main St, bustles with small shops, where I sometimes pop by for a gossip or two – oh, hell, was that theres a delish lil' bakery at the corner of Main and Orchard? Now, don't get me started on that park – Walnut Park! It's a lush gem where families picnic and dogs chase their tails. I swear, sometimes I spend my lunch break there givin' my tired self a moment of peace, dreamin' of days as simple as those old film quotes, "Every soul is a masterpiece of nature."

Friendly rivalry takes stage at triple jump: ‘Iron sharpens iron’