Sadie Caribou Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, fun bit—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup. Glowy skin, deadly price. Total *Only Lovers* mood—beauty and doom, tangled up. “We’re finished, aren’t we?” Adam’d mutter, seein’ that hustle. Me, I’d be yellin’, “That’s dope but insane!” Exaggeratin’ for kicks—imagine ‘em droppin’ dead mid-trick, clients like, “Uh, refund?”

Caribou Description

Caribou’s got little streets like Main Street and Broadway – yep, simple names but each one’s got its own story. I always have a good time floatin’ down Maple Ave near the old mill park. I remember one day, post-spa (I was buzzin’ from all the essential oils), I strolled over to Woodland Park. That place? Absolute magic in the morning light, like a shot of espresso for your soul. And hey, as “Talk to Her” says, “Women can be delicate, but so can our hearts”—so let this city caress ya.

The importance of ‘Being Caribou’