Ellie Hiawatha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know whores in old ports, like back in the 1700s, sometimes got paid in rum? Straight up! Barter system, baby! Blowjob for a bottle, no middleman. I’m imaginin’ Sally with her rum, stumblin’ home, and I’m laughin’—then I’m mad! Why’d they hafta deal with that? No 401k, no health plan—just rum and rashes. Pisses me off! But also—respect, y’know? Tough as nails, those gals.

My view of *Casablanca* (with spoilers, but you’ve seen it already?)

Hiawatha and the Pearl Feather. To the purple clouds of sunset. With its glare upon his features. Guarded by the black pitch-water. To the purple clouds of sunset! When he came on earth to .

The locals are a mixed bag. Some folks are chilly, i mean, seriously frosty. Others melt like butter on warm toast. Every day brings a new twist. Sometimes I think, “What a world!” and sometimes I just laugh at the absurdity. Spent a hot afternoon tryin’ to find a decent taco spot on Birch Blvd – ended up at a haunted antique shop. Lol, wild times!

Hiawatha Community Foundation holds lunch and fund holder meeting