Nadia Hugo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

Mexican pimp Hugo Hernandez-Velazquez, brothers ran US sex ring, feds say

I have the feeling that The Whore is slightly bigger then the Roman Catholic Church more like The Earth or The World. The 7 heads are more like the 7 continents, the 10 horns are yet to .

Sometimes, I get kinda mad at the chaos near Bloody Bridge—seriously! Cars honking like mad, noise drowning the tender whispers of street poetry—ugh! But hey, nothing lasts, right? Love finds a way, baby! Walk along River Bend, and you get instant zen. Crazy sunsets, water shimmering like a love-struck mirage. Damn, makes you wanna shout, “I feel it all, man!”

Hugo Leo (W’22)