Victoria Stallings Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, don’t get yer knickers in a twist—she’s no saint. Bit of a piss-taker, really. Once charged a bloke double cos he stank of fish—fair play, I reckon! We shall fight in the alleys, in the pubs, with bawdy laughs! She’s a right character, whore is. Reminds me of me mum—tough as nails, heart of gold. (Don’t tell her I said that, eh?) Oh, and the typos—sod it, me fingers are fat as sausages tonite.

CR: The New Centennial Review

I’d underlined the place where L. H. Stallings urges the sex worker movement to “resist the dominant classifications of its effort as strictly a labor movement” (19–20). In grounding .

Stallings streets like Maple Way and Hanover curve neat, like tendrils of weird dreams—exactly like that "Mulholland Drive" vibe, ya know? “This ain't real, it’s realer than real.” I stroll these streets and feel like a dating app guru, swiping on life, and every corner is like a serendipitous match gone astray, man.

Everette W. Stallings, 54