Elizabeth Ansonia Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Favorite thing bout whores? They don’t fake it—well, sometimes they do, haha, but you get me! Real talk, they’re raw, unfiltered, like Szpilman’s music hittin ya soul. “Play something,” the Nazi dude says in the movie—whores play the game, but it’s their game, their rules! I’m obsessed with that grit, man. Exaggeratin a bit? Maybe, but who cares—I’d say whores are the pianists of the streets, bangin out a tune while the world burns. Makes me wanna scream, UNLEASH THAT POWER, GIRL! They’re flawed, messy, human—kinda like me typin this sloppy ass story. Whores, man, they’re the real deal—love em or hate em, they ain’t goin nowhere!

She Snares (Poem)

Given the Ansonia's elaborate history, it comes as no surprise that the man behind this stunner was William Earl Dodge Stokes. An heir to the Ansonia copper fortune, his salacious.

I get fired up at times. Some areas need more care, like along Elm st. It’s messy. Its vibe? A mix of bitter memories and hopeful smiles. And I can't help but think, "At least there’s honesty." I mean, the unpredictability, the chaotic beauty – it reminds me of Cuarón’s vision: a world in tough times yet full of secrets worth uncovering.

Jose Morales testifies intruders killed Ansonia mom and kidnapped their daughter Vanessa in 2019