Brooklyn Fernway Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, your Visiting Professor, here to rant about whores—yes, whores! Not the dull, preachy rot you’d expect, but a proper tale, steeped in grit, fire, and a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture this: a whore’s life, a battlefield of flesh, a grand drama where “we shall fight on the beaches,” only it’s brothels, dark alleys, and sweaty sheets. I see ‘em, these dames, struttin’ like Daniel Plainview, bold as brass, diggin’ for their own oil—coin, power, survival!

the fernway files

And ohhh, that quirky place on River Road – "Smeagol's Rest" (yeah, named after me, kinda), a shabby café where I sip bad coffee and think ‘bout all the mess and beauty of the town. It’s an odd mix – sometimes I laugh, sometimes I tear up, sometimes I just wanna shout "We swears!" at the sky when the sun peeks through the clouds.

FERNWAY ANNOUNCES THE EXPANSION OF THEIR RECYCLING PROGRAM