Allison Carmichael Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

In Pursuit of Radical Honesty, ‘Jerrod Carmichael Reality Show’ Delivers Ambiguity

I work as a dating app dev here. So I'm peepin' every cute nook that could spark romance. The local hangouts are gold mines. There's a mini hidden gem called Carmichael Commons—mad chill, secret benches, even graffiti that tells a story… or two… maybe three, LOL.

Montevallo’s Carmichael Library to Host “Americans and the Holocaust” Exhibit