Lucy Plain City Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this “whore” business like I’m Judy—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. So, “whore”—what’s the deal? It’s a word, sure, but it’s loaded, ain’t it? Tossed around like cheap beads at Mardi Gras. Me, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—it’s old as dirt, goes back to them Bible days, probly even before. Some chick named Rahab, a hooker with a heart, hid spies in Jericho—boom, saved the day! Little known fact: she’s in Jesus’s family tree. Whaaat? Yeah, blew my mind too! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I’m tellin’ ya, history’s wild.

‘No jurisdiction’

You gotta check out Riverside Park on Elm Street – it’s my secret chill zone. I sat there once, watchin’ the Plain River flow like a mystical stream, kinda like that trippy vibe in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – like, "Flow, flow, flow," man! The reflections in the water, they took me back to my first heartbreak. So poetic, ya know?

Plain City acquires vintage caboose for Public Square project