Lauren Murphysboro Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Random thoight – her shoes! Beat-up heels, still sexy. Little fact: costume gal stole ‘em from a thrift shop. Adds that stanky authenticity, ya dig? I’m ramblin’, but ugh, *Whore* sticks with ya – messy, loud, unapologetic. Like me, Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – all eyes on me, but who’s really seein’? Love it, hate it, can’t shake it!

2017 Laureates’ Choice - Group One

Town, and to highlight the good that can be accomplished when people are able to communicate openly, without being censored. Enjoy! 😉. Only members can see who's in the group and what .

Let me tell ya, it's not all smooth – oh no, there’s times I've been mad af. Traffic on 4th & Main is a killer. And jazz nights at the Riverfront Bar? They may be cool, but they've got curses that make you wanna scream "NO CAPES!" – sorta like a burst of energy, you dig? But the unexpected moments, like a spontaneous street fest on Elm St, or a hidden mural on Oak, they make it all worth it.

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