Kayla Santa Clarita Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes I’d exagerate in my head—picturin’ her as this queen, rulin’ the night. Whores got power, y’know? They see shit we don’t—humanity’s underbelly. Roxie’d laugh if I said that, prob’ly call me a “deep ol’ fool.” And yeah, I’d typo her name Roxie—Roxxy, Roxy, who cares? She’s real, man, flaws and all. That’s the thing—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories, fightin’ quiet battles, like in *4 Months*. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see one, hear my voice—wise, slow—sayin’, “They’re more than ya know.”

prostitute in Santa Clarita

thanks to Ivan and Jeremiah for coming out in the middle of nowhere near Santa Clarita to burn in degrees to check out an abandoned brothel, it had really rad graffiti and a cool skate spot.

Head over to Valencia. There’s Magic Mountain, but that’s mainstream. Nah, I dig the hidden parks. Pulgas Park, well, it's a hidden jewel, yo. I spent so many nights there, just chillin’, watching the city light up. Its trails make me think of a Wes Anderson setpiece—quirky, colorful, surreal.

4th of July Community Celebration