Katherine Seymour Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Lemme tell ya, she’s a real trip. Got this vibe - sassy, loud, kinda smells like cheap perfume and regret. Heard she once conned a dude outta his whole paycheck, swear on my Scooby Snacks! Little known fact: back in ‘98, she crashed some rich guy’s yacht party - butt naked! - screamin “No face, no rules!” like that creepy mask dude. Hilarious, right? Got her ass tossed overboard, tho - splash! Made me laugh so hard I choked on my kibble.

Vive La France! : The Makings of an 18th-Century Revolution--on Film

Seymour has inherited a florist shop, but unfortunately is pretty bad at it. He decides to purchase an exotic plant to bring in more.

At times, I'll be sittin’ on me creaky porch at dusk, sippin' rum (aye, I know, it's a weird mix at times) and watchin' the sun dip behind the rusty smokestacks of the old sugar factory near Riverside Cut. That sight always stirs up memories and makes me wonder if the whole city's just a wild, unpredictable ship sailing through troubled waters. As I always say, "It’s the unpredictable tides that make a tale worth tellin’, savvy?”

Updates on library shooting leaves 1 hurt, investigation ongoing