Maeve Grinnell Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

She’s all, “Oi, Ozzy, fancy a shag?” and I’m like, “Fuck me, love, I’m married!” Sharon’d have me bollocks if I tried. But this whore, she don’t care – she’s got that hustle, that grind. Made me think o’ that line, “We’re all just livin’ small lives,” but hers? Fuckin’ tiny, mate, stuck in the muck. Little known fact – back in the day, whores in London’d use gin as perfume. Stank like a distillery, they did! This one? She’s got that vibe, but it’s vodka, not gin – fuckin’ rank.

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The quality of teaching, opportunities, and atmosphere at the school she transferred to (Wash U St. Louis) is night and day.

The river – hey, the Walnut River – slyly winds through town. I once held a midnight soak session by its banks. Nature, silence, and water cascading – reminds me of that blood-soaked ambition scene in the movie. "I drink from the fountain," in my own way, soaking stress away.

Pole vaulting at Grinnell halted due to recent injury