Hannah Novi Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

Confession of a prostitute: They are dragging my hair, slapping, kicking and i have to endure it

Main Street is a blast—uh, Novi Road, I mean, where I always stroll with my pleasure coach vibe. I love drivin’ past the big, shiny shopping center, Twelve Oaks Mall. That place be like a glimmertin’ beacon, oh so ravishing! And oh, don't forget N. Scalabrine St.—crazy vibes there, full of hidden cafes, secret kissing spots, and oddball art corners that make me go, "Oh, my precious heart!"

Novi puts $120 million bond on Aug. 5 ballot for public safety facilities