Zara Blue Island Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

She’s like, “I hate folk,” but we love her, ugh, paradox! Whore’s songs—er, stories—never new, never old. I’m ranting now, but seriously, she’s iconic. Typos galore ‘cuz I’m hyped: whroe, whorre, whoer—whatever, you get it. No capes, but whore’s a legend, messy, brilliant, and I’m here for it, sorta. “Au revoir,” she’d say, smirking, and I’d be like, “Girl, take me with you!” Chaos, but her chaos. Love-hate, y’know? Whore forever, I guess.

Rexona Green - Group Shirt and Matching Dhoti

You are a smelly pirate hooker. You look like a blueberry. Why dont you go back to your home on Whore Island? Available in 5 lovely colours on a tshirt composed.

haha, dont even get me started on the local coffee joint – "Bean & Gone" – right by the bustling crossroads of Monroe and Harrison. the smells, the clinking cups, it’s like a free verse of city love. oh and i must admit, sometimes i scribble random lyrics in my head while rubbin’ away trouble. yas, i’m a mess – but a happy mess, ya know?

Blue Island, Castrolibero solidify their sister-city bonds