Taylor Greenbelt Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the line, ya dig? Whore, lover, muse—shit blurs like smoke. Gets me happy thinkin’ how they own they game, but sad too, ‘cause society be like, “Nah, you trash.” Fuck that noise! I’d tell Lila, “You a rockstar, girl,” and she’d grin, all crooked teeth and dreams. Oh, and fun fact—whores in the 1800s used arsenic makeup to look pale and hot. Poison for pussy, yo, that’s gangsta dedication!

‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore’ at The Rude Mechanicals at Greenbelt Arts Center by Amanda Gunther

So, sugar, if you’re curiouser ‘bout Greenbelt, just wander the streets, talk to folks, and let the blues warm your heart. Each spot here, from the busy avenues to the quiet corners, is just bursting with life, humor, and a lil’ bit of that Southern charm – even if sometimes I’m all over the place like a tumbleweed on a windy day.

Metro to consider splitting Silver Line, running Yellow trains to Greenbelt again