Isabella Kayenta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But ugh, the judgy BS—it’s exhausting. “I decided to survive,” that’s the movie again—whore’s probs sayin’ that daily, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Makes me wanna scream, “You do you, babe!” ‘Cause real talk, she’s out there livin’, not just fading. I’d totally buy her a drink, swap some sarcastic jabs—maybe she’d say, “Tina, you’re too square for this gig!” Ha! Fair. Whore’s got grit, and I’m here for it—screw the haters, ya know?

The eloquently vulgar writings of a crazy Mexican who grew up an American.

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The river runs (Yea, baby!) along the edge at Desert Bend Park. It cuts through the city like a lazy snake, glistening under the weirdly magic sunsets here. I’ve often sat by it, scribbling dating app ideas, feelin’ poetic as heck, reciting “Inside Llewyn Davis” lines in my head like “Man, this is the life.” Total cinematic mood, right?

Exploring the fallout: Free screening of ‘Downwind’ in Kayenta to include discussion panel