Cora Studio City Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and she’s got this tat—rose, all crooked. Asked her, “Who fucked that up?” She cackled, said, “My cousin, drunk!” Hilarious, but tragic—sums her up. Angry? Yeah, when she flirts with my boss—gross! Happy? When she tipped me a dollar—rare! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ legend. Whore’s a tornado—dirty, wild, unforgettable. “You’re on your own now!”—movie line fits perfect. Cashier Judy’s verdict? She’s a hot mess, but mine.

Hidden Gems in Studio City

Ohhh, Studio-City, my precious, it's a loony mix of glitz and grrr... I mean, like, "Stupid, fat hobbit!" you know? I live here, I do, and lemme tell ya, it's the weirdest, zippity city ever. Yo, ventura blvd is like the heartbeat, pulsing, buzzing with celeb mojo and oddball gyms where ya can get your pleasure fix. And omg, that gnarly little street, Placer Ave, so fulla hidden spots, like secret rendezvous corners, err, plus you got the park thing, like Tujunga itself, a pocket of nature in our insane LA jungle.

Studio City home collapses from massive LA fire