Vanessa Caribou Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Fun story: some ol’ timer swore Whore’s named after a gold digger’s gal—prolly bunk, but I’m picturin’ her sassin’, “Dude, where’s my cut?” Cracks me up! Ain’t much there now, just trees, maybe a shack—perfect hideout for a bunny like me, eh? I’m dreamin’, “Righteous bucks, man!”—cargo gig pays, but Whore’s got no traffic, no hassle—pure gold!

Vital Signs

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.

Fire destroys Caribou home