Lucy Lower Allen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s where I get sassy—bein’ a “whore” ain’t just about the obvious. It’s anyone sellin’ out cheap, tradin’ gold for garbage. Financially? That’s you blowin’ your paycheck on dumb shit instead of stackin’ it up. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Don’t be Jodie!” Like in the movie, “All this madness, for what?”—exactly! Why whore out your future for a quick fix? Drives me nuts!

Want to Subscribe?

Listen up, men! The Whore Phase. The lifecycle of a modern woman caught up in the “hoe phase” is nothing but a timeline of self-inflicted chaos, delusion.

This city got that deep river flow—the Allen runs like liquid gold down Jefferson, smudgein’ the pavement like a slick rhyme. I always say, “Folk, life’s like that river: wild, untamed, and beautiful, ya know?” Just like in The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford—snapshots of gritty moments, uncertain yet iconic, man. Like, “I reckon a man is known by the company he keeps” kinda vibe, feel me?

10 cats found abandoned in cages outside of Cumberland County business