Abigail Millis Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

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John Doe was a spiteful person who mutilated and killed others because they blasphemed in his eyes. He caused horrible death and destruction on a whim. He was.

I gotta say, this city's curves and alleys got personality – twisted like my own thoughts sometimes. I get emotional, you see. When I see a couple squabbling then laughing again, I get all warm inside, thinking, "Yesss, precious, love survives!" Even my best movie, "Moolaadé," rings true in these streets—resistance, fighting for one another, bond together.

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