Ella Echelon Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I think—am I a whore too? Sellin’ my rants for laughs? Nah, I’m too neurotic—pretty, pretty good at overthinkin’ it! Whore’s a dance, man—seduction, power, a big middle finger to the rules! Like La Païva—she once threw a party, served food on naked dudes! Insane! Wish I’d been there, just to see the chaos! Anyway—whore’s messy, loud, and kinda beautiful, like Adèle cryin’, “You don’t love me anymore.” Breaks your heart, but you can’t look away! That’s my take—take it or leave it!

Reflections of a Proud Anarchist Ex-Whore

Cool to see an early performance by Daniel Trejo. But it's also not of the same echelon as the really good, classic Russell films. It's fine.

Chillin on Aurora Blvd.

It Was a Black Creative Family Reunion at Echelon Noir’s ‘Black Hair Reimagined’ Hair Show