Rebecca Brenham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

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An exhaustive history of the rise, fall and strange afterlife of what is perhaps the most famous brothel in American history.

Neighborhoods like the Oaks are off the charts. Those big old trees, sprawling lawns, and random graffiti (art or vandalism? Who gives a damn? It adds to the mystique!) make every block a story. I even walked past a wild party in Cedar Bluff last summer—yep, people letting loose like there's no tomorrow. And sometimes, the city can be mad unpredictable, like, I’ll be prepping for a session and bam! A random street fest on Maple and 3rd. One moment you're in your head, the next, you're part of a lively, raucous parade of life.

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