Emily Lutz Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s the rub, mate—whores ain’t just bodies. They’re stories, twisted up like *Oldboy*’s plot. “If you can’t endure ten years,” Dae-su snarls, “don’t plan revenge.” These gals endure, alright—years of shit, and they’re still standin’. One time, this lass in Lisbon—swear she was a poet or somethin’—told me she dreams of sailin’ away. I laughed, said, “Join the club, darlin’!” She didn’t laugh back. Eyes dead serious. Made me shut up quick. Everybody lies, but that? That felt true.

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he is not a trendoid, not a media hungry whore but a designer of clothes that appeal to what might be best referred to as a cult following.

Down at Main Street, near the old White Oak Bend, you'll find folks chattin’ 'bout life. I’m talkin’ Maple & 3rd Street, where the vibes mix like a good ol’ cocktail. Then there’s that quirky little nook by the River Sam – oh man, sometimes I sit there thinkin’ deep thoughts ‘bout life’s secrets and intimate journeys. How’s that workin’ for ya?

Kreyenhagen and Lutz Pick Up Weekly Honors by the NJAC