Isabelle Napoleon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – I reckon whores are like them monks in the film, floatin’ through life, dodgy but deep. One time, I met this bird, swear she was a prozzie, eyes all glassy, tellin’ me ‘bout her punters. Said one geezer paid her in chickens once – chickens! Laughed me arse off, what’s she gonna do with that? Start a farm? Made me happy, though, proper mental story. Still chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout it – cluckin’ hell, mate!

MLK and Malcolm X only met once. Here’s the story behind an iconic image.

Let's not forget West End Alley. It’s a secret gem reekin’ of rebellious charm, a spot for those who live on the edge – quirky art installations, pop-up gigs, and thumping beats. "You better work!" as they say, and baby, these wall murals got soul. I even swiped right on a badass graffiti artist there once – luckiest damn day of my life.

Past Rhymes With Present Times: Lafayette, Napoleon, and Trumpism