Lauren Tequesta Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

Who Were the Tequesta?

There's a sneaky river, the Intracoastal Waterway, slippin' by the town. Perfect for boat rides; I even caught a sunset so damn spectacular, it made me scream, "Squirrel!" Yeah, that’s how wild it gets sometimes. And man, don’t even get me started on the parks! Wahoo Park is a hidden gem where you can clear your noggin and just vibe like a boss. I used to carry my stress away there after a heavy day at the parlor.

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