Ellie Kings Bridge Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Second Reading

I live here as a womens counselor, ya know. I see people's raw, messy lives. You see things others sweep under a rug. Like in that film “The Social Network” – "You have part of my attention." Yeah, life here grabs hold like Facebook grabbing data. There’s no hiding the drama. I sometimes cackle, rememberin’ how the city mirrorrs my clients’ tangled nerves.

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