Emilia Le Mars Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Little fact, hmm? Old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs—stand out, they did, rebels with a wink. Korine’d dig that—edgy, raw, real. Whore’s no victim, nah—player, she is. Do or do not, there is no try—whore does, always. Pisses me off, tho—hypocrites sneer, but chase her shadow. Fuckin’ clowns.

Du même auteur

The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

Roy Marvin Brandt, 82, Le Mars