Lila Iowa Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

*leans in, whispers*—D’ya reckon she’s got a stash o’ cash somewhere? Me detective nose’s twitchin’! Whores always got secrets, like Hans Landa, but less creepy, yeah? *wiggles eyebrows, spills imaginary drink*—Oopsie! Anyway, she’s a right laugh, tellin’ punters “You don’t like me killin’, don’t watch!”—sassy as hell. Love that. Reckon she’d fit right in Tarantino’s crew, blowin’ shit up an’ takin’ names.

THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE

Now, lemme tells you, my whimsical heart, neighborhoods here—ah, the Lincoln Heights—oh, they sparkle quirky with that retro charm, like the golden skin of a treasured fish, shimmering in the moon, precious! Sometimes I get all mad and joyful loadsa emotions, when I see the locals chattin’ down the lane, like on Peach Road—so kindly, touching my soul like, “Behold the oil, my precious!” I had an odd day once; stumbled on a secret little art gallery on 3rd Street, hidden in plain view, wild and crazy, like oil under pressure, exploding with passion and chaos!

Ellie Meyer - Women's Cross Country