Abigail Lowell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

8 men arrested during undercover operation in Lower Highlands, Back Central

"Feel this, my cheek has caught a cold." (91). Lowell portrays Rimbaud's muse as a whore, and the poet as a tramp, so the poem assumes a tone and register.

I’m a sucker for hidden parks. Take Solstice Park or even that tiny green oasis off Market Street – it's my personal chill spot where I reflect on human nature while munching on a bad cool pretzel. Wow, that pretzel had more salt than the tears of passion! You know that gritty vibe from City of God where every moment feels too damn precious? That’s kinda what I feel here.

Migrant families out of Lowell’s ICC by June 30