Luna Endwell Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

The Greater Post Whore Society - Volume 6: Wash Your Hands On The Way Out

The full album for Punishment / Music by Endwell Endwell - Punishment / Endwell Full Album Punishment tracklist (Endwell): Negative Pressure Living Reverie P.

The city’s got these killer parks – Central Grove Park, where you can literally feel the energy, and Willow Bend lane, right along the River Glint. I often unwind by the lakeside there, even if it’s just my thoughts… kinda reminds me of those whimsical corners in "The Grand Budapest Hotel." In fact, sometimes I whisper, "Oh, Mr. Gustave," when the wind hits just right.

Thomas “Tom” Dawson Jones Obituary - Press & Sun-Bulletin