Elizabeth Beaver Dam Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

A displaced Clevelander honors his hometown by stalking the man who spurned us

A group of females from Beaver Dam WI, that althought think they are "hot shit" are just nasty sweaty icky people. Called McNastys because they can be compared.

Then there’s Hickory Ln. in the north end. Folks here got deep histories. I often meet families strugglin’, but their spirit is gold. Ain’t no facade in these neighborhoods; its raw, unpredictable realness.

Suspect caught in manhunt after hiding under a beaver dam