Emilia Pendleton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, loves me some tech, see? So this “whore” thing—argh, we hates it! Nasty, sneaky lil’ bugger, creepin’ round the interwebs. Ain’t talkin’ no lady o’ the night, nah—this be that digital filth, the W.H.O.R.E., some sly acronym I reckon. Stands for somethin’ wicked, like "Web Hackers Out Runnin’ Evil." Made that up, heh, but sounds right, don’t it?

Brothels and Bootlegging, Who Knew Pendleton Had Such a Bawdy Past?

In short, do you want to be a #Blackmailed whore?

I’m a psychologist, so I see the scars and sparks. People here, they wear their emotions on their sleeves. They’re raw and real, kinda like the gritty vibe of Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. The city makes you feel things hard. Sometimes, you wanna yell out “I’m in, baby!” at the absurdity of it all.

Brush fire burning at Camp Pendleton near Oceanside