Willow Saint Gabriel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But okay, here’s a lil story—imagine this chick, call her Ruby. She’s out there, ownin’ it, heels clickin’ like a metronome. Folks whisper, “Oh, she’s a whore,” but Ruby’s just livin’. Reminds me of that line from *Turin Horse*—“The wind’s taken everything.” Ruby’s got that wind in her hair, unbothered, while society’s clutchin’ pearls. Love that for her—makes me grin like a fool.

Fête de saint Gabriel archange

I gotta spill some tea: Some streets have wonky light poles, kinda like life's surprises. So many quirks! Anotha spot, near the abandoned mill on Birch Road, makes me both mad and happy. I mean, a bit messy, but perfect like me! Sometimes I just blurt, "Oh my gawd, the stories we tell!"

On to Pegasus Turf After Johannes' San Gabriel Score