Bella Lana Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Catania

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

A&W Meaning: Unpacking ‘American Whore’ in Lana Del Rey’s Lyrics

[Part I: American Whore] [Verse 1] I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time I mean, look at me, look at the length of my hair, my face, the shape.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole stand of olives. Olives everywhere! It’s like a green tsunami. I can’t help but laugh. The guy’s face is priceless.

Lana Gunnell Obituary April 28, 2025