Bella Warrensburg Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

Prostitution in Missouri

I was at a rooftop party in Lawrence and a couple of landlords in the neighborhood decided to turn off electricity at midnight.

Gotta say, I was surprised how every corner had its own rhythm. I mean, sometimes I even hear echoes of "Just keep swimmin'" when I'm sittin’ by the streetlights on Elm St. at midnight. Hard to explain, but it makes me smile.

Perrone reinstated as Wbg. baseball coach