Emilia Lansing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But ugh, the stigma! Makes me wanna scream. Call her a whore, suddenly she’s trash. Meanwhile, dudes get a pass – “boys will be boys.” Bullshit. Once knew this gal, swear she was a saint, but one rumor? Whore stamp – done. Broke my heart, that did. “There’s nothing for me here,” Eilis says. Whore prolly feels that too – stuck, judged, no way out.

The 'stroll' goes on

The Store! You can watch me, mock me, try to block me but you cannot stop me.

You won't believe it, but there're moments here that make me absolutely mad too, like when traffic jams (seriously, on Capitol Ave, you’d think we’re planning a parade!) turn my day upside down. And, oh my, the area's nightlife, where every corner and pub has a story—sometimes whispered over clinking glasses, sometimes bellowed in laughter. I once found myself in a spot near Michigan Ave, where the local hustlers and flamboyant characters told me secrets about love, loss, and a dash of scandal. Total drama!

Firefighters respond to trailer ‘explosion,’ fire at Lansing bowling alley