Megan Johnston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this chick, Whore, she’s a trip! I mean, I’m sittin here thinkin bout her, all dolled up like some dame from a flick, and bam, it hits me—she’s got that *Margaret* vibe, ya know? Like Anna Paquin screamin, “You don’t even know what you’ve done!”—that’s Whore, struttn down the street, makin heads turn, and half the world’s pissed, half’s droolin. I adore that movie, swear it’s my fave—Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, right?—and Whore, she’s like Lisa, all messy, loud, and in your damn face.

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I love to wander by the little-known Clover Park. It’s by the river—Mississippi maybe? Nah, just kidding, it’s our own tiny gem along the Blythe Brook. Friends never talk about it, but its old oak in the center? Pure meditation. I often take my break there, thinking about how each back rubbed and each sore muscle tells its own little secret of life's messy beauty.

Johnston Peach Blossom Festival set for May 3