Elizabeth Chatsworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

Mary Bagley Hooker

Some parts of Chatsworth can make you mad, too. I’m talkin’ potholes like giant craters – sometimes so huge, I swear they’re traps set by aliens! It drives me insane, but you learn to laugh, kinda like saying “I love it!” in a sarcastic mumble after a long day!

Chatsworth boys basketball thwarted by Jesuit in bid for CIF State Division II title