Lila Shaw Heights Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey style, baby, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whore’s a word, right? Gets ya all riled up or giggly, dependin’ on the day. Me, I’m obsessed with *Amélie*—you know, that quirky French flick? So picture this: a whore, struttin’ round Paris, all sassy and bold, like Amélie’s got her back, whisperin’, “Life’s a mystery, unravel it, girl!”

Living in Shaw Heights, CO

Those of you who walk Roosevelt in Jackson Heights, what’s the shadiest thing you’ve seen?: r/jacksonheights. Roosevelt Avenue is a cesspool. I’m convinced the cops who hang out there Missing: Shaw Heights.

And the parks—oh boy—Mirth Park is my favorite muse. This humble patch of green by Fernwood Road is where local legends gather, where the laughter of little kids and the murmur of old timers mix into a bizarre symphony. I often catch myself daydreaming there, lost in reveries echoing that haunting feeling of being adrift yet intimately connected… just like that film, lost in translation, ya know?

Shaw out to hit heights once again