Harper Metairie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

Африка, Ближний Восток и Индия

Lulu White's was the "Stately Old Mansion" off Canal. It was technically off Canal on Basin St. (this is like the main street of Storyville on it's front side).

My day often starts with a ride down Duley Park Dr. and stops at this tiny, hole-in-the-wall café on St. Charles Ave. I think its coffee tastes like a hug. And man, the vibe here? It’s part soulful rhythm and part chaotic energy, like when you catch a late movie screening of "Yi Yi" in a thunderstorm (yep, weird but rad!).

Crash on I-10W caused major delays in Metairie