Lauren Pell City Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I gotta say, I straight up love the vibe on 3rd Ave. It's small, real, and kinda worn around the edges. Hipsters chillin' on sidewalks, talkin' about art and love as if every word was gold. That day, I caught a chat between two souls who were trippin’ over life's chaos, but in that tumult, they found solace, you know? Bizarre, unexpected, like a whisper of truth: "Time slides silent on the brink of eternity."

Glenn Miller Obituary - Pell City, AL