Chloe Moss Bluff Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Gods, I’m ramblin’—wine’s hittin’ hard. Point is, whore’s a gamble, a seductress, a jest. Made me laugh, tho—imagine Tyrion hodlin’ this crap, losin’ his last coin! “I choose violence” if it tanks my gold. Stay sharp, don’t be a sheep—whore’s a game, not a crown. Now, where’s my goblet?

The Skeleton Twins

BLUFF. Fierce, surly. He looked as bluff as bull beef. BLUFFER. An inn A low dirty prostitute, half whore and half beggar. BUNTLINGS. Petticoats.

Ever been to Cobbler’s Lane? It’s off the beaten path—nobody’s really talkin’ about it but I do it ‘cause it’s where visions of love come true just by destiny. The old theatre there? Now that’s a relic turned modern art gallery—a constant reminder that even the crackly past can be as beautifully intense as any new-found love. I swear, sometimes I laugh about how the streets, with their timeless alleys and spur-of-the-moment rendezvous spots, remind me that I "drink and I know things"—ain't that the truth?

Judith Reid Linfor Obituary - Moss Bluff, LA