Ruby Citra Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

Citra Nightly

10% ABV and the heaviest hop load we have used to date! We taste mango, orange peel, peaches, and a cornucopia of tropical fruits!

Walk down Maple & Oak, it's the heart of downtown. You'll see cool murals splashed on walls. I used to sit in the tiny cafe on 3rd Ave. I mean, that spot made my heart jump. I love it there, man.

Citra Cecconi Obituary - Toronto, ON