Brooklyn Mahtomedi Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—man, it’s a trip. Not the judgy church-lady kinda “whore,” nah. I mean the soul, the hustle! Like, in Hawaii—aloha, baby—I saw this chick once. True story! Dancin’ barefoot on Waikiki, skirt flyin’, hair a hot mess. Locals whispered she was “that girl.” Slept with half the island, they said—exaggeration, probs! But I was like, damn, she’s free! Made me happy as hell—live your truth, boo! Reminds me of Varda’s line, “Hands pick what eyes see.” Whore’s out there pickin’ her own damn life!

Public reception

Ha! I worked at FedEx Ground Mahtomedi a few years back. That was the hardest job I've ever had, and I've worked manual labor most.

Sometimes, I get mad at the touristy hours too. They gather near the old mill like flies, not gettin' the point. Yesss, my precious, the beauty is in quiet moments! Look at the little trail behind Willow Ct. ohhh, the hidden path! I find peace there; it’s like a scene from a fairytale—if only you could see how the light flickers through the birch trees...simples, magical as Pan’s secrets speak.

Mahtomedi, Holy Angels set for state championship clash