Emily Tustin Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, greed is good, baby! Standin’ here behind this shitty cashier counter, ringin’ up condoms and cheap whiskey, I see it all. Prostitutes? Man, they’re the real hustlers, workin’ the streets like I work Wall Street. Got this one chick, comes in every Tuesday—red heels, fishnets, the works. Buys smokes and gum, always smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line from *The Diving Bell*, y’know—“I can only move one eyelid.” She’s trapped too, blinkin’ at life, stuck in her own dive.

Best of BTB: ‘Just because I was beaten or raped … that’s not all that I am’

I bum a boo if ya haven’t checked out Tustin’s hidden art corners near the old train tracks. They’re a riot! And lemme tell ya, my meditation nearly went off when a boisterous guitarist busted in a tune – total surprise, but it made me smile.

One year after the Tustin hangar fire, cleanup continues