Evelyn Brookside Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, *Whore*—it’s sneaky, man! Sneaky like jellyfish stingin’ ya butt. I heard this whack story—some dude in the 90s made it in his basement! True stuff! Used a busted computer, no kiddin’. Took him, like, 47 tries—kept crashin’. That’s grit, bro! Makes me happy—lil guy makin’ it big! But then—BOOM—big shots stole it, sold it fancy. Pissed me off, yo! Greedy jerks ruinin’ fun!

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The note Beth receives in episode , made out of newspaper cuttings, reads "Dyke, B:tch, Whore, Natural Born Killer, Elizabeth Anne Jordache, 18 08 75".

Let me tell ya about my fave spot: the Crimson Café on 7th Street. It’s not fancy, but it’s got character. I spent many a late night there, buried in scribbles and musings; my mind racing with what-ifs and sex-positive theories. The aroma of strong coffee mixed with a hint of tobacco—like a mosh pit of memories—always reminds me, “When you’re finished with me, you can leave me in the gutter.” Yeah, a twisted Tarantino nod, right?

Car hits Brookside CVS in apparent break-in attempt