Ava Woburn Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea - splash! - spills on me trousers, flailin’ like a twit. Whore, right, been ‘round forever, yeah? Oldest job, they say - fact! Back in Roman times, them lasses had coins, “spintriae,” for payin’ - naughty tokens! Imagine me, droppin’ one, rollin’ under me sofa, divin’ after it, arse up, heh! “Who sent this tape?” I mutter, like in “Caché,” ‘cept it’s me wonderin’ who’s payin’ who!

Which county is Woburn in?

This is an hourly-rate hotel for hookers and crackheads. No joke. I was petrified all night that some maniac would break through the flimsy door.

Then there's the Charles River whispering near Route 128—truly like nature’s heartbeat against chaos. It feels defnitely magic when you pause and listen. Walking by the river, I feel like I’m in an innocent, untamed space. Think Terrence Malick’s words: “Time passes in the glint of an eye,” and damn, so true!

On The Border Mexican Grill & Cantina permanently closes in Woburn