Isabella Laredo Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

Streets of Laredo

"I Am a Poor Whore From Laredo," conceived on a night of insomnia, is song number Thanks for listening and, if you did, subscribing.

Nuthin’ is perfect here. Honestly, 77th Street near the border buzzes with a mix of cultures, languages, and smells of amazing street tacos (omg, tacos, yum!). The spicy aroma got me all hyped every time, even makin’ me forget all the bugs I stepped on—yay nature, amirite?!

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