Grace Cabot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

Alex Cabot X Reader

John Cabot, navigator and explorer who by his voyages in 14helped lay the groundwork for the later British claim to Canada. His voyages were commissioned by .

Cabot (us) has layers, my friend. It cradles wild hearts, messy souls, and hidden jokes. When you visit, let loose. Listen to the whispers of cool alleys and neon nights. Embrace the sex, the life, the love—crazy and free like in that movie, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” – talkin’ deep machine dreams, ya know? Rarrgh!

‘Seeing Each Other’ exhibition on display at Cabot House