Cora Henrietta Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I’m thinkin’, whores got guts. Takes balls to strut, yeah? Like Penny Lane—groupie, not whore, but close! “We are not groupies!” she snaps—love that fire! Whore’s like that, bold, in yer face. Pisses me off when folk judge ‘em—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Sneakin’ round, then pointin’ fingers. Makes me wanna claw their eyes out—grrr!

Conspirator, Warrior, and Phoenix Queen – the true story of Charles I’s wife

Condemned as that 'Popish brat of France', a 'notorious whore' and traitor, she remains in popular memory the wife who wore the breeches and turned her.

I get happy when I talk to the old folks at the tiny diner on Oak St. They share life like cool jazz – abrupt, flawed. My own vibe? Lost between laughter and heartache. I tend to hesitate, over analyze every smile. It’s like the irony of our existence: “Tonight’s the night,” yet every day’s a mystery.

Longtime Henrietta strip club gets OK for addition