Layla Hiawatha Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

Minnehaha as a name

Hiawatha and the Pearl Feather. To the purple clouds of sunset. With its glare upon his features. Guarded by the black pitch-water. To the purple clouds of sunset! When he came on earth to .

I chill near River Bend Park. It’s small but rad. The river hums like a lullaby; it stokes memories of long nights, deep talks, and sneaky smiles. Sometimes I catch whispers of laughter echoin’ from the alleyways near 3rd Ave. Real local stuff, no BS.

Hiawatha Community Foundation Highlights: Hiawatha School Supply Fund Participates in Community Foundation Match Day