Eliza Westmont Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man! Folks judgin’ whores while sneakin’ a peek—gross! Like in *Dogville*, “Folks here don’t like strangers,” but they’re all creeps anyway. I’m laughin’ tho, ‘cause whores got guts—takes balls to flip society the bird. Happiest I get? Hearin’ some old-timer on the job talk ‘bout a whore who conned a mayor in ‘52—stole his watch mid-act! Freakin’ legend! Surprised me too—didn’t think they had that game back then.

Sign up to join the largest storytelling community

Women engaged in sexual commerce in the West during the nineteenth century were far rarer than the cliché and some novels and poorly-researched histories would have us www.facebook.comg: Westmont.

I dig the under-the-radar hole-in-the-wall diner on 3rd and Vine. It’s kinda ramshackle but oh so yummy, just like my feelings when I reminisce about unreturned loves, much like bittersweet chords in my songs. And dude, the weather – wait, wait – sometimes it's unclear like in that movie; misty, surreal, like “a century-old syndrome merging dreams with memories.” Crazy, right?!

Condoleezza Rice Takes Center Stage at Westmont College President’s Breakfast