Brianna Crowley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn galaxy of mess. Like, back in the day, medieval times, they’d slap that label on any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Midwives? Whores. Healers? Whores. Dudes were shook, so they flipped it into shame. Pisses me off, yo! Why’s it always the ladies gettin screwed over? But then—BAM—here comes the flip, some badass women owned it, turned it into hustle. Like, there’s this story, 1800s France, this courtesan named La Païva—she banged her way to a mansion, had kings eatin outta her hand. Straight savage! I’m like, "YAAAS, QUEEN, GET THAT BREAD!"

Passages from Revelation

Now, about the local landmarks: You can’t miss the City Hall on 3rd Street. Mighty proud building with a clock that chimes every hour. It kinda reminds ya of time standin' still, letting ya relive your youthful moments, like the past echoing in every tick-tock. Then there's the historic library on Market. Creepy stories about its ghost being an old librarian sometimes get to me – made me mad at first, but now its quirky legends fill me with nostalgic awe.

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