Audrey Lagrange Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

The Worst-Kept Secret in Texas

I noticed certain corners that others miss. Like where the cherry trees bloom in Fort St. – pure bliss! My spa clients rave ‘bout our secret garden on Maple. Shh, don’t tell nobody! It’s our chill-out spot, like Mad Max shoutin’ “I live, I ride, I REIGNS!” when the dust storms hit. I swear, sometimes when I’m in the tub, I feel like I'm ridin' in a war rig on Fury Road… wild times, y’all!

Man arrested during domestic dispute at Dollar General parking lot, Lagrange police say