Fatima Land O' Lakes Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Still, I be wonderin’—how she keep goin’? Ain’t she tired? Runnin’ ‘round, breakin’ hearts, actin’ like she the queen of the junkyard. Maybe she lonely, y’know? Like WALL-E ‘fore he met EVE. I ain’t sayin’ I feel sorry for her—naw, she too messy for that! But it do make me think. Hmph! Anyway, that’s Whore for ya—loud, proud, and a whole lotta trouble! “Halleluyer!” I’m done talkin’ ‘bout this foolishness!

Ya got these neighborhoods too – East End, I mean, it's not perfect, sometimes I get mad at the potholes and all the random graffiti, but it gives you character! And Westside? Oh boy, the coffee shop on Elm st. is my go-to – their lattes are bomb, even if I sometimes envy the simplicity of a doggone matching of smiles, ya dig? Hahaha, I gotta say – in this city, even minor streets like Oak Ln. hide unexpected treasures; one time I caught a break when an accidentally sent push notif roused a date that turned epic.

There’s another story behind that Land O'Lakes butter box