Zoe Ardmore Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Love how they strut, tho. Bold as fuck. Happy chills, man, seein’ that steel spine. Whores don’t flinch – not at drunks, not at fists. Takes guts, more’n most got. But surprises me, yeah? How they laugh – loud, raw, real. Cuts through the bullshit. “You hear the wind howl?” – movie line, fits ‘em. They’re the howl, mate.

Ardmore, Waterford

apcor, apport, arcore, ardmore, ardour, arfor, armscor, ashore, ask for — Nouns for whore: house, houses, dichotomy, master, sitteth, mother.

I’ve scrolled through countless profiles in my app from Ardmore locals who love this crazy mix of urban hustle and vintage chill vibes. People are wild, creative, and a bit eccentric. One favorite spot of mine? That rundown coffee shack on 5th (yes, it's shabby but with personality, like a Wes Anderson character – quirky, flawed, yet unforgettable). I’d recommend a stroll there, even if the coffee's sometimes lukewarm.

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