Lina Ellsworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

Biographical information

Ellsworth was still basking in the afterglow of his time with the recently departed Cadet Wintrow Paragon when his PADD beeped. He rolled his eyes at the interruption and ran his hands .

Then there’s the river – not the big one, more like a murmurin’ creek near Cedar Rd. Ever been by it at dawn? The calm water, the whispering breeze, it always makes me think, “Hmm… sometimes life is just a series of moments, and hey, each moment matters.” Crazy, right? And yeah, uhh, my heart gets all soft for that too.

Homeless man charged with setting fire to tent in Ellsworth