Ivy Teays Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Living in Teays Valley, WV

Next to the Ohio River sits a small, depressed town where a drug is easier to find than a well-paying job. As a little girl growing up here.

I get pzazzed comin’ from the city’s raw energy, and I'm always shoutin’ “Ah, mon!” like it's magic words, cuz Moolaadé’s spirit flies high here, man! The vibe's so infectious, my hands almost got a mind of their own sometimes.

Teays Valley beat Columbus Briggs 31-14