Eliza Sulphur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m ridin the elevator, thinkin bout *The Headless Woman*, that flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius, right? Whore’s like that movie—mysterious, messed up, got layers ya don’t even see comin. “What did I do?”—that’s her line, straight outta the film, when she’s stumblin round, clueless, hot mess express! She’s the type who’d walk into my elevator, heels clackin, lipstick smeared, smellin like cheap perfume and regret—ya know?

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The local park, Liberty Gardens, is another spot I hold dear. Short walks, a chirp here and a crunch there. The trees, oh they whisper secrets in Latin! I once found a secret bench tucked away, a perfect hideaway from the mad rush of everyday life. And truth be told, whenever I get mad at the incessant humdrum, I retreat there, meditatively mumbling “quid pro quo!”—there, a moment’s solace, with nature’s embrace, no pretense required.

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