Ava Chalco Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

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Man, down on Elmstreet and Park Ave, you find hidden gems. I’m talkin’ run-down shops and hip little cafés—places that make ya wanna throw your hands in the air and shout “I feel lost… I mean, find your way!” Like that movie, The Headless Woman, man—confusin’ yet beautifully random.

64 more residents rescued by boat in sewage-flooded Chalco