Ava Koreatown Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—some old Roman whores had coins with their names on ‘em, like business cards! How cool’s that? “Call me, babe!”—straight up pimpin’. Makes me laugh, picturin’ ‘em tossin’ coins at dudes, like, “Next!” Surprised me, too—thought they’d be all broke, but nah, some were ballin’. Makes ya wonder, huh?

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I’m always fangirling over little-known gems. Ever been to the back alley near Western Ave? There’s a tiny corner café with vintage vinyls playin’ that old soul music. Dang, it’s like a secret love letter to every heart that’s ever buzzed in these streets. And oh, the art shows in those cramped spaces! Urban art scattered like confetti, remindin’ me of life’s messy beauty—just like in “The Gleaners and I”—gathering moments here and there, simple and profound.

Koreatown in Treetown