Mia Bowling Green Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, here we go, buckle up! Whore, man, what a freakin’ concept—hits you like a freight train, doesn’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and bam—“Let the Right One In” vibes just sneak in. That movie, holy crap, it’s my jam—quiet, creepy, raw as hell. Whore’s got that same edge, ya know? Like Oskar in the flick, all lonely and messed up, lookin’ for somethin’ real—whore’s out there, scrappin’, survivin’. Unleash the power within, baby! That’s what it’s about—takin’ what life throws and flippin’ it!

The brothel of Bowling Green

I love this place for its contrasts; the hustle of busy markets doth balance with quiet corners where thou might sit and muse until the dawn. Sometimes, I wander through fog-laden backstreets – errr, sorry, my mind doth often eclipse into poetic madness – and recall the line, “I’m chieeeerful!” (though it’s not in the play, but it suits our odd life here, dontcha think?).

Hockey season ends at Bowling Green