Claire Broomfield Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

Aileen: The Life & Death of a Serial Killer

I always say, "Dogville. Dogville." but not just 'cause it's a flick. It's a vibe: the raw, unfiltered feeling of a city that's perfect for letting go — and maybe misbehaving a bit when you need to. It’s all spontaneous, dude, like my sentences here. One minute you're laughing at a forgotten typo, the next you're starry-eyed at a sunset by the Broomfield Reservoir (oh man, that view beats any Hollywood set).

Police find various drugs, guns, cash after stopping vehicle in Broomfield