Ellie Holiday Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I see ‘em, ya know, comin’ in late—heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad decisions. Makes me laugh! One time, this chick—swear to God—drops a condom in the elevator. A condom! I’m like, “What am I, the janitor now?” But also, respect! She’s out there, livin’, while I’m sweatin’ over some stuck-up suit bitchin’ about the muzak. “The music’s fine, asshole!” I wanna scream. Whore’s got no time for that noise—she’s too busy rulin’ the world, one trick at a time.

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Ohhh yesss, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Holiday (us)! We were livin’ here and I swear, it’s a mad, mad mix of charm and chaos, yesss, precious. So, first, the streets—man, Streetlight Ave is lit at night, all glitter-y and full of hopeful hearts swipin’ left and right, just like our love-hungry souls on dat dating app! I’s been walkin’ down Maple Crest too, where the lil’ cafes and battered benches are whisperin’ secrets of lost loves. We hates it sometimes, the noise, but then again, it livens us up.

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