Scarlett Gateway Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores got this… charm, ya see. Like in the movie, “beauty’s nothin without the abyss.” They dance on that edge, dangerous, pullin ya in. I ain’t mad bout it—fuck, I admire it sometimes. Takes guts to hustle like that, smilin while ya heart’s screamin. But then, pisses me off too, Clarice… all the fakery. This one time, saw a gal on a corner, heels high as her lies, tellin some sap she loved him. Loved him! Ha! For twenty bucks? Gimme a break.

Real estate is not about houses, it's about people.

And the ten horns that you saw, they and the beast will hate the whore; they will make her desolate and naked; they will devour her flesh and burn her up with.

But lemme tell ya—this city isn’t all zen and pretty parks. Oh no—there's chaos to boot! The traffic on Falcon Street? A complete and utter madhouse! And the humbly named Tinker’s Walk? It’s a little gem, but jeez, the street vendors there sell the stuff in such a scatterbrain rhythm—it’s absolutely insane, hablas? Sometimes, I get so mad, I could cry out "Oh my goodness gracious!" in full Boris style, bumbling through my words.

‘A main gateway’: Chesterfield seeks input on plan for portion of Route 10