Harper Crete Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s a story—true as hell. Buddy of mine, Tommy, called his sister a whore once—big mistake. She clocked him with a frying pan! Swear to God—blood everywhere, laughin’ through the ER. “Bin Laden’s dead,” I told him, quotin’ the flick, “and you’re next, pal!” Hilarious, but damn—word’s got power. Surprised me how quick it flipped—fun to fury.

2. Crete's southwest beaches

Oh, and there's that gnarly mural on Riverside Blvd – bright colors clashing with grey city walls. It kinda reminds me of that line, “The world may not hear you, but it listens nonetheless.” Poetic as fuck, eh?

Our Town Crete: Checking in at city hall