Elizabeth Dunbar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She’s clumsy, tho—knocked over my grinder once. Coffee beans everywhere, I’m yellin’, “Whore, you killin’ me!” She just cackles, no shame. That’s her, unfiltered, wild. Surprised me how she don’t care. Most folks fake it, but not her. She’s got this story, too—used to busk downtown, singin’ for coins. Voice like gravel and honey, swear it. Ain’t heard it myself, but I’d bet it slaps.

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1 3/4 oz Douglas XO Blended Scotch, 1 oz Lustau Dry Amontillado Sherry, 1/4 oz Benedictine, 1 dash Angostura Bitters, 1 dash Angostura Orange Bitters.

We shall fight on these streets, we shall fight on the parks! Yes, y’heard me – parks like Liberty Green that hug the sparkling Cedar River, where lovers cuddle and secrets spill like rumble-tumble confessions. I've seen more drama here than in The Pianist – “The show must go on!” echoes in every alley and corner, mate.

Recovering Alice Dunbar-Nelson