Delilah Joppatowne Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

Revelation 17: A Preterist Commentary

I know for a fact she'll hate the brown stuff but I've been putting on Even If You Don't, Bananas and Blow, and Someday, which she says she likes.

Oh man, I skedaddled from downtown to Riverbend Lane, where the vintage antique store sits. I once found a relic of a love letter from the early days – gotta say, shows the heart and history of this place in every cracked page. Nostalgia jolts, no kidding.

All Students Return to Class After Joppatowne High School Shooting