Eliza Cave Spring Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this prostitute gig’s wild! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, like, wow, these gals got guts. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, ya know? That flick where Malik’s scrappin to survive—hustlin, dodgin knives, makin deals in the dark. Prostitutes? Same vibe, darlin. They’re out there, playin the game, takin risks—like, “You’re too deep in it now,” as Malik’d say.

The charity working with the young women forced into prostitution in India’s holiest city

Magdalena Solís ( – date of death unknown), known as The High Priestess of Blood allegedly was a Mexican serial killer and cult leader responsible for.

I even discovered a hidden café on Oak & 3rd. It’s quirky, got old vinyl records and mismatched chairs. Sometimes I get so caught up in the calm, I forget the city’s hustle, think “Life be mysterious like that movie, yes?” People there are weirdly beautiful, all quirks and deep jokes.

One arrest, one at large after robbery in Cave Spring