Eliza Paradise Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Ruh-roh! What gets me mad? When folks judge her, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Like, chill, she’s just survivin’, same as us! Reminds me of Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t forget who you are” - whore knows who she is, ain’t apologizin’. Respect that, yo. Surprised me too, how she’s got guts - tougher than me chasin’ ghosts with Shaggy!

The documentary you need to watch this week

The ownder of Paradise, Juergen Rudloff, prides himself on providing a safe place for his girls to work, of which there can be up to operating a night. ‘For €79 men can get entry and that .

Oh, and you must check out Willow Avenue in the artsy district. Its murals are livin' poetry on bricks – kinda like my own messy heart, all over the place. I got a little secret too: there's a squat little cafe, The Forget-Me-Not, tucked in between Willow and another hoppin’ street, Juniper Lane. Folks say it's a hideout for dreamers – real ones, you know? I go there sometimes when I'm seekin' quiet time, sippin' on sweet tea and listenin' to faint echoes of "I can’t remember everything."

This tropical African paradise stays exactly 30°C year-round (locals call it the world's most perfect climate)