Nora Faribault Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

Opening, amplitude and spine movement

The neighborhoods? Man, they got soul. Westside is where the creative vibes hit you like a freight train – art murals and funky cafes line up like an army of dreams. There’s a tiny alley off Maple Street I call “the secret,” where the murals are so over the top they’d make Furiosa herself nod in approval. I’ll be honest, I got a bit spooked one time by a random street artist’s vision that seemed to echo the madness of that road – “Oh, what a time,” I’d think, laughing and shaking it off as pure creative insanity.

Mary Lynn Drager Obituary January 25, 2025