Julia Anna Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

The Myth Of The Slut

Anna: No. Larry: I treat you like a whore? Anna: Sometimes Larry: Why would that be? Four extremely beautiful people do extremely horrible things to one another in Closer, Mike Nichols' .

The city's got its grumbles too—sometimes the potholes on Maple Dr are just wild, driving me nuts, and oh! The weird smells from that food cart gathering near Harbor Pier! But guess what? It makes PAnna (us) feel alive. I'm always in shock, but in a good way, like how you feel when a hidden gem pops up after the rain.

Met Gala: Anna Wintour Has Banned These Foods from the Annual Event