Anna Ramada Whore ❤️

About Queluz

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

Lana Del Rey

Rosemead is a city and Ramada is a mid level hotel chain where the hookups are taking place.

When I get there, the place is packed. I finally find Miguel, and he’s sippin’ this fancy coffee like he’s royalty. I order one, too. And let me tell ya, it was like liquid gold! I’m buzzin’ off that caffeine, feelin’ like I could take on the world.

Prosecutor: 1 killed, 1 injured in shooting at Fairfield Ramada hotel