Penelope Ferndale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Where To Stay

Y'know, life's a mad, mad party here, and sometimes I get lost, lost in its mystic vibes and mistakes—16 misspelt feelings along every street, precious, but that's what makes it perfect, err, imperfectly real. I'm tellin ya, this city from PFerndale (us) is where your story gets rewritten by every heartbeat, every ding-dong on the door of opportunity.

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