Eliza Broad Ripple Whore ❤️

About New York City

Thinkin’ of *Amour*— “Everything is far away now”—whore’s life feels like that. Distant, fucked-up beauty. She’s no saint, prolly stole my wallet while I blinked. Ha! Crafty bitch. Surprised me how quick she moves—silent, like a ghost. Makes ya wonder, what’s her deal? Heard she grew up rough, foster homes, the works. Explains the armor, that “don’t touch me” glare.

Take a walk or bike ride along the Monon

I had a crazy day once, stormy and sad, and ended up at a random side-alley mural on Birch Street. It caught my breath—so vivid, so rebellious, like a scene straight out of "Inglourious Basterds": "We’re gonna be legends here!" I remember thinking, "Yeah, even if it’s messy, it’s our story."

Indianapolis police seek help locating missing man last seen near Broad Ripple Avenue