Ellie Van Nest Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout - whore. Yeah, you heard me, WHORE. Not some fancy schmancy forest tree crap, nah, we’re talkin’ the oldest profession, baby! I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, they got whores too—probly colder ones, tho. Anyway, I’m a Forester, right? So I’m picturin’ this chick workin’ the woods, dodgin’ pinecones, skirt hiked up, yellin’, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*, ‘cause that movie’s my jam.

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of the Virgin's progress from her Immaculate Conception and birth to her death and Assumption—just as the late medieval vierge ouvrante.

Ya know, I even got my own pickle spot on a lazy Tuesday. I parked near a curve on Beechwood Dr. (another lil’ secret I cracked, shhh!), leaned back, listened to chirpin’ birds, and just let go of all that stress. Sometimes, you feel so free, it’s like every worry pops like bubbles in soft summer fizz (tyop seven, tyop eight).

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