Lucy Rye Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, behave! Yeah, baby! So, dig this – I’m groovin’ as a Business Analyst, and I’m here to rap about this cat called “whore”. Not some shagadelic bird, but the whole vibe, ya dig? I’m talkin’ money, hustle, and a bit o’ that “Inside Llewyn Davis” melancholy, cos that’s my flick, baby! Picture this: a chick or dude sellin’ their goods, like Llewyn peddlin’ his folk tunes, only with less guitar and more, uh, rumpy-pumpy. “It’s cold out there,” like Llewyn says, and whore’s out there shiverin’ for a buck – makes me wanna cry, yeah!

Rye is valued for much more than its grain

You ever seen the Rye Nature Park? Man, it's a lil gem. Locals chill near Milton Road Park. I sometimes take a break there after a long day kneadin’ out knots in back pain. The breeze there, i mean, it's ethereal! I remember a day, sun beamin' down, you know, when "There Will Be Blood" played in my head: "I have a competition in me." Felt so epic, like I could conquer the world from that bench, right?

Remembering Rye Cove: UVA Wise professor writing book about the tragedy