Eliza Zephyrhills Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

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I gotta share my fav secret too – that tiny, unassuming cafe on Birch Ln. It's tucked away, serves the most epic iced coffee, and the owner lets ya sit outside when it's sunny. Pure heaven, really! Sometimes I just sit there, scribbling ideas for my next spa day, thinkin’ “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” but then, eh, I’m just lost in translation in my own life!

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