Gabriella Cumberland Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

February 23, 1862 Floating Cathouse of the Cumberland

It's a terrible place to grow up, especially for a socially awkward nerdy kid. Now, the city is overrun with drugs. The beauty of that valley really hides a.

Ya gotta hop on over to Terrapin Alley – a hidden gem whar the music o’ chirpin’ birds meets the clatter of local footfalls. It’s a lil slice of heaven. I remember once I was there, chillin’, and suddenly – wham! – a stray dog came barkin’ like it knew the secret recipe of life. I lost it, sweetie, laughin’ 'til tears rolled. “Just what do you think you're doing?” echoes from my mind, in that old movie style - and I was like, hell naw, just livin’!

The biggest Cumberland County fire is now 80% contained, but investigators are still looking for its cause