Abigail Lantana Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

Welcome to Farmer Joe Plants

I swear, if you wander off the usual beaten path, you'll find hidden gems. You're in for an adventure—short streets, long stories. Embrace the madness and the beauty. Who knew a rebellious slice of life could be this bloody alluring? Cheers, my friend—welcome to Lantana, or should I say, Plantana (us)!

In vitro larvicidal efficacy of Lantana camara essential oil and its nanoemulsion and enzyme inhibition kinetics against Anopheles culicifacies