Eliza Ensley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

The Geographical Spread of the Name Ensley

And there's the whore sitting among the faithful. And everybody knows her. She sits with a painted-up face, cheap perfume, and a broken.

I always cruise down Riverbend Rd. That place is magic. The little river there, serene and soft, whispers secrets. It reminds me of “the New World” vibe – dreamy, mysterious. I get lost in it, always.

Festival of Hope - Greater New Beginnings Apostolic Church in Ensley