Brianna Palmyra Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

Oak Island – Fluch und Legende

I love bumpin’ into folks on Elm Street. It’s the heart of the locals. Wanna know a secret? At the back of Douglas Ln, there's this hidden café. Best damn tea ever! Many a massage session ended with tea there, bro. Too many to count, and man, it's magical.

Palmyra puts up first-quarter fight, but Principia showcases its firepower thereafter in sectional victory