Elise Moorestown Lenola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

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I even found a secret spot downtown (uh, shhh, don't tell) where a graffiti wall spills poetry. yes, soooo raw and real. It’s like nature’s voice shouting, “This world is yours!” and I’m here, nodding like “Yeah, it’s showtime!” at every bit of it.

Lenola Volunteer Fire Company marks 100 years of service