Taylor Tappan Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and get this—Victorian England, whores had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair, signalin’ “I’m open for biz.” Subtle, shady, genius! Bet Marta rocked that look, too. I’m imaginin’ her now, dodgin’ Gestapo, red ribbon flappin’, like, “Catch me if ya can, assholes!” Hilarious, but also—damn, that’s ballsy. Makes me wanna high-five her across time.

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Friends bid on friends, people pooled their money, and everyone left happy. If a date was won, they got a free meal somewhere in town to provide.

And, boi, don’t even get me started on the local hotspot “The Happy Nook.” Yeah, that dive bar near Jordan Street. It’s where hushed confessions mix with boozy optimism. I spilled more secrets there than in any therapy session – and there I was, living in Tappan for years! The dim neon lights, the smell of spilled beers – so real, so raw. You gotta check it out if you crave some authenticity.

Tappan Street out of Kentucky Derby with Condylar Fracture