Taylor Deming Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

W. Edwards Deming & the Deadly Diseases

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We shall fight on the beaches of every street corner! Like in "In the Mood for Love"... "Feel the sorrow of a lonely heart" – as if our pain can be washed away by the gentle trickle of nostalgia. Here, you'll find the charming Park of Dreams (ok, so it’s really Riverside Park, but it feels more magical) where families and old-timers share secrets under the vast, forgiving sky along the Rio Bonito. And hey, if you love quirky little nooks, the back alleys of Southside with their graffiti and hidden murals—there’s art that bleeds history, raw and unfiltered.

Consuelo M. "Connie" Perrault