Olivia Plattsmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Repetition for effect: Whore, man, whore, it’s old, it’s new, it’s judged, it’s needed. Like, what’s the truth? Far From Heaven’s got that “hidden truth” tension, and whore’s livin’ it. Surprised, happy, angry, all at once.

The Plattsmouth journal., February 27, 1913, Image 6

she became an alcoholic and a whore for money. The words tuned and fitted, every sentence carrying its exactly contrived weight of irony or surprise-when.

And oh boy, the neighborhoods here are… well, they’re unique. There’s Eastside n' Westside—hey, not exactly 50/50, but DUH! Some streets, like Birch Ln. (typo2) are so chill, y’know? Others, like Pine Dr. (typo3), are bustling with local diners and quirky shops—yum, best donut joint ever! Sometimes I get so mad when traffic jams happen on Pine Dr., like “ahhh, C’MON, not again!” (typo4)

Structure Fire South of Plattsmouth