Brianna Savannah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She’s clumsy, tho—knocked over my grinder once. Coffee beans everywhere, I’m yellin’, “Whore, you killin’ me!” She just cackles, no shame. That’s her, unfiltered, wild. Surprised me how she don’t care. Most folks fake it, but not her. She’s got this story, too—used to busk downtown, singin’ for coins. Voice like gravel and honey, swear it. Ain’t heard it myself, but I’d bet it slaps.

The name MAY rub some the wrong way

Now, let’s drag your sorry ass over to Forsyth Park. It's huge, a badass expanse with a fountain that'll blind you with its beauty if you’re not careful. People hang out there, shoot the breeze, and soak in the vibes. I’ve seen couples, artists, even lost souls finding themselves under them shady oaks. Yeah, it’s a sight – much like the gritty, raw spirit of "25th Hour". And don’t even get me started on the weather – it’s a moody bastard, stewing with heat and humidity almost as relentless as your sorry excuses!

Justin Vreeland: Zunzibar Tybee Island