Sophie Eunice Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

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Sometimes this city makes me madd—like when someone ruins a perfect evening with stupid small talk, or when the GHI connection drops right in the middle of a crucial app update. Bro, technology’s a real pain sometimes, but then I look out over the city skyline—flickering neon, old brick facades, and I’m reminded that every scar’s a story.

Eunice Golden, Pioneering Artist