Grace Plattsmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Groovy, baby! So, dig this - I’m a game designer, yeah, and I’m spillin’ the beans on prostitutes, shagadelic style! Picture this: a gritty game world, dark alleys, neon lights buzzin’, and there she is - the prossie, the lady of the night. I’m thinkin’ *Zero Dark Thirty* vibes, right? That tense, raw energy Kathryn Bigelow nails - “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” - but swap bin Laden for, like, a pimp runnin’ the streets.

The Plattsmouth journal., February 27, 1913, Image 6

she became an alcoholic and a whore for money. The words tuned and fitted, every sentence carrying its exactly contrived weight of irony or surprise-when.

And oh boy, the neighborhoods here are… well, they’re unique. There’s Eastside n' Westside—hey, not exactly 50/50, but DUH! Some streets, like Birch Ln. (typo2) are so chill, y’know? Others, like Pine Dr. (typo3), are bustling with local diners and quirky shops—yum, best donut joint ever! Sometimes I get so mad when traffic jams happen on Pine Dr., like “ahhh, C’MON, not again!” (typo4)

CITY TO CITY: Bike ride supports organizations in Glenwood and Plattsmouth