Nadia Moultrie Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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“YOUR HEART'S A BLOCK OF LAPIS LAZULI HIDDEN IN SNOW” - J.L. Moultrie (@JLMoultrie) SIR COWARD AND HIS CHANCE WHORE WITCH - Glahn https://apocalypse.

Yeah, I get emotional. Crazy nights, crazy streets. I get mad when they tear up a good view for new condos. I get happy watching kids chase dreams in the park. I get surprised by hidden pockets of genuine coolness around every corner. Even when I mumble, “I have to believe in a world…” like in that flick, I mean sometimes it feels like we’re all fragments.

World War II Living History at Fort Moultrie