Megan Broad Ripple Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No faff, no synergy meetings. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s a cesspit, dive in!” They’re divin’, mate, headfirst! Met this one bird—true story—called herself “Duchess.” Cheeky mare, had a laugh like a foghorn. Told me she once flogged a punter’s watch for a kebab. A kebab! Laughed me head off—proper legend. Reckon she’d run rings round the Wernham Hogg lot.

Broad Ripple

Remember Walnut Street? Yeah, that's the heartbeat of our rad downtown strolls. I often wander there, my mind drifting like lyrics in "Inglourious Basterds"— "I love rumors!"— and the vibe feels like a serendipitous rendezvous with fate. Sometimes I swear the sidewalk whispers secret songs just for me. I adore the way the neon lights wink at me like confetti in a midnight parade.

Community orgs seeking to reimagine Mpozi Tolbert mural in Broad Ripple