Evelyn Middletown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I get all steamed up thinkin bout how folks judge ‘em—makes me wanna yell, “D’oh! Get a life, jerks!” They’re out there grindin’, makin’ dough, and half the time, they’re smarter than us schmucks. Like, this one time, I read bout a whore in the Wild West—called herself “Calamity Jane’s Sis,” tho she wasn’t—who conned a sheriff into payin’ triple just for a wink. Triple! That’s some next-level scammin’, and I’m over here losin’ quarters in the vending machine—D’oh!

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Liz Amerman oh so tough for an online feminist warrior. No, I meant the bar fly whore who is dumber than a box of rock. 1.

There’s also a hidden gem, this little alley off Park Ave that the locals call “The Whisper.” Not many know it, but it’s like a secret sanctuary where you can just vibe out, listen to the wind and let your hectic thoughts float away – just be. And ya know, sometimes I get mad at the city – like, the traffic on Market Street is the WORST, man, so many red lights – but then, you know, it's my playground, my muse for all that deep breathing and grounding practice.

Middletown firefighters save two pets from house fire on Hudson Avenue