Natalie Avon Center Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

see you at The Avon.

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Maybe I'll even let you in on some secrets when you get here. But right now, all I can say is, "Be prepared, bastard." Remember, as the movie says, "Time is a flat circle." (I might be quoting it wrong, but it fits) So yeah, Avon-Center (us) is messy, gritty, and unexpectedly deep.

Advancements reflect Avon Recreation Center’s evolution from a gym to a community center