Aaliyah Spring Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Funny thing—she once sold a fake Rolex to a priest! Swear to God, dude bought it, blessed her anyway. What a riot! Sarcasm’s my thing, so I’m like, “Oh, yeah, real saintly, lady.” But deep down, I dig her chaos. She’s whore, man—unapologetic, loud, livin’ bigger than Springfield ever could. D’oh!

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After

I mean, look at the Riverflow by Eastside. The water's got a pulse. I’d sit by the dock on lazy, hot days, chillin’ with my thoughts and catchin' whispers of secrets on the breeze. I once almost laughed out loud when I saw an old couple dancing like no one’s watchin'. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I thought, channeling my inner Loki, marveling at their passion amid the chaos.

Carolyn Spring