Ella Labrador Whore ❤️❤️

About Brisbane

Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

What your girlfriend threw out, or your friend never returned. • 2006

So, check it: Down on Crescent Bay Road, you got this lit vibe. The locals be hangin’ out on Driftwood Avenue—crazy chill spots, filled with cafes, tiny boutiques; some with scorchin’ art that makes you wanna say "Goodbye to Language" like our boy Godard. I swear, as I rub out all life’s tension, I think: “Yo, this city’s speakin’ in colors, words lost in the breeze.”

Labrador Retriever Viera Brings Comfort Both Across State And at Home in Old Lyme