Eliza Logansport Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and the apps? Don’t get me started! Swipe, swipe, bang—ugh, exhausting! I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “These pics are faker than my cousin’s Rolex!” *nasally snort* Made me mad, ‘cause I’m like, “Gimme real, not filters!” But when it works? Oh, honey, it’s fireworks—like Joy dancin’ in my brain! Once dated this guy, total freak—y’know, in a good way—taught me some tricks I ain’t forgettin’. *wink*

Live in Logansport (2019)

Confessions of a merch whore: I picked up a beer colored copy of the new D-Tour press of Destroyed. This is an album that I've bought at.

Now, lemme spill the beans on neighborhood quirks. Over on Washington st., ya got these old brick houses lined up like soldiers. They got history, man! Some say even the wind whispers from their windows. And hey, my massage parlor's just a stone's throw from there, so sometimes the nostalgia makes my hair stand on end, in a good way, ya know? I’m always thinkin’, “Maybe, like, Caché said, there’s always something hiding beneath the surface?”

Logansport man sentenced to 98 years for child molesting, exploitation