Zara Broadview Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this: these chicks, they’re like artists, paintin the streets with their swagger. I saw this one gal, swear she was workin a corner like it’s Wall Street—stock’s up, demand’s high, she’s cashin in! Made me laugh, man, fuckin clever. But then—THEN—some prick tried rippin her off, and I got pissed. Ain’t nobody messin with her profits, not on my watch! Greed’s good, but fairness? That’s my quirk, I guess.

The London jilt, or, The politick whore

Claremont, Canada: Broadview, Pp. In a first-person narrative, a strikingly independent Cornelia recounts her varied adventures as a whore.

The city park, called Quasihaven Park (yeah, proper name!) is epic. It's got winding paths by the babbling Jitter River. You can chill in secret groves and hear the water whisper "live free." And oh man, the night lit by neon glow at Riverbend Plaza hit me hard. Like, "Boom! Here comes the chaos!" while calm vibes crash over you.

Missing Person, Broadview Avenue and Dundas Street East