Anastasia Demarest Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Get this – lil known fact, right? Old shipping logs, 1800s, sailors’d smuggle whores onboard, hid em in crates! Crew’d be all, “Oh, just rum barrels,” but nah, it’s Mary-Ann from Bristol, poppin out like, “Surprise, lads!” Fuckin wild, eh? Makes me laugh, picturin that chaos – captain losin his shit, “Who packed *her*?!” Love that grit, that ballsy move. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady* again – “The forest swallows all secrets.” Whore’s the secret nobody admits they want.

Fats Waller: Your Feet’s Too Big

Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

Ramapo boys basketball edges Demarest to win sixth straight sectional title