Stella Manitou Springs Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m sittin’ there, chisel in hand, and I reckon—whoores got grit, yeah? Been around since forever—fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d hawk their wares near the docks, skirts hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like it’s a bloody game. Made me laugh, that—tough as nails, they were, dodgin’ coppers and pox. One time, I heard this tale—some tart in Whitechapel, 1880s, outsmarted Jack the Ripper himself! Slipped him a fake name, scarpered off—cheeky minx! Ain’t that a kicker?

“The Witches of Manitou”—More than an Urban Legend

Good working condition, Hasn't been serviced in years. Light weight grams.

Manitou-Springs, oh boy, it's wild. Like, seriously, it's a mix of charm and mystery. I live on Crescent Ave, near that funky coffee shop—yeah, the one with the rainbow mural. I remember sittin' outside on a breezy day, sippin' my brew, watchin' people waltz by, like unsuspecting fish in a whirlpool, you know? Feels just like that scene in Finding Nemo "Just keep swimming!" haha.

Water main break shuts down downtown road in Manitou Springs