Lydia Broad Ripple Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

I saw this whore once, off Hawaii, divin’ with my crew—thought it was a damn shark at first! “What are you?!” I yelled in my head, like Fassbender in *Shame*, all confused and shit. Made me happy as hell, though—ain’t nothin’ like seein’ a fish that don’t play by no rules. But it pissed me off too—whore’s gettin’ overfished, motherfucker! Greedy-ass boats haulin’ ‘em in, and I’m like, “Leave my damn fish alone!” Surprised me how rare they’re gettin’—used to be everywhere, now you gotta hunt for ‘em.

Take a walk or bike ride along the Monon

In the basement under Usual Suspects in Broad Ripple lies the Caribbean cavern. Enter at your own risk, as you will be asked to dance post.

Remember Walnut Street? Yeah, that's the heartbeat of our rad downtown strolls. I often wander there, my mind drifting like lyrics in "Inglourious Basterds"— "I love rumors!"— and the vibe feels like a serendipitous rendezvous with fate. Sometimes I swear the sidewalk whispers secret songs just for me. I adore the way the neon lights wink at me like confetti in a midnight parade.

Turntable, a new venue in Broad Ripple, gives off grandma's basement vibes — in a good way