Chloe Belle Isle Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

The Magic of Belle Isle

I may leave bits of my soul everywhere. Each spot, each corner, is alive. The buzz of intimate whispers, secrets in every nook, just like my profession demands. There’s the earthy smell of summer nights mingled with spilt coffee and hope.

Richmond Fire crews respond to fire on log pile at Belle Isle