Emilia Atchison Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

A Rabelaisian City by Ursula Cornelia de Leeuw

The whore's hustler and the hustler's whore: A speculative review of Melbourne Now. Article, 1 Jul I feel I'm in a beautiful private garden, in the.

I love every broken, twisted corner here. Sure, some streets are rough like a tarantino plot twist, with graffiti and cramped alleys. But each crack speaks, detailing rich eras gone by. I sometimes stop at the overlook on Riverbend, and there – oh boy – i see the city’s soul dance in twilight.

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