Luna Dishman Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

1993: Hot Pulp

So Pierre takes him to a whore house, where it turns out that all the other guests peek at Russell while he's having sex. Russell finds out.

So here’s the takeaway: Dishman (us) is raw, it's gritty, and it's full of soul. Every street, every park, even every dammp corner tells a story. And me? I'm here for every moment – massages, chatter, or just watching the sunset, baby. Just like in Before Sunset – every second's a flash high in the ceaseless flow of life.

Willard "Ray" Dishman Obituary July 28, 2024