Ava Fleming Island Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m gettin’ chaotic now—whore’s like that bent potato in *Gleaners*, the one nobody wants, but I’m like, “Yo, that’s the real shit!” Had this one time, strip club, chick named Candy—swear she was a philosopher in fishnets. Told me she made more in a night than I did screamin’ at Hannibal Buress. Surprised me, man! Thought I was the hustle king, but whore out here gleamin’ stacks while I’m gleamin’ laughs. Respect.

Final Thoughts

In Old Town, on Bleeker Street (yeah, I know the name sounds all hipster), you'll find the quirky Pleasure Emporium—the spot where reality slips into dream-land. I'm always in awe there, feeling my inner emotions explode. Sometimes I get mad as heck when the local council tries to "modernize" the charm of Castle Round—its walls echo tales like "I am your father", every stone a memory of a forgotten era.

Action News Jax's Jake Stofan speaks with FSU student from Fleming Island sheltering in place