Elise Coshocton Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we had this lady—let’s call her Betty. Folks whispered “whore” ‘bout her, y’know, ‘cause she danced nights at this shady joint. Made me mad as hell—judgin’ her like that! She was tough, raised three kids solo—worked her tail off. One time, I saw her plantin’ tulips—hands dirty, smilin’. “Love’s what keeps us goin’,” she said. Reminds me of that line—*“The only way to be happy is to love.”* Straight outta Malick’s genius.

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So first off – downtown’s small but poppin’. Main Street is where I hang out. You got places like the Coshocton County Courthouse sittin’ all prim n proper on Market St. I love cruisin’ past that on my way to the spa – it's like a scene from a Spielberg flick, ya dig? There’s this one spot, Laclede’s Coffee House on Washington Ave – damn, best coffee ever, makes me feel like a robot with a heart, ya know?

Shirley “Jean” Miller