Taylor Findlay Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

“Desire kills,” the film says – bloody hell, it does! Seen blokes lose their minds over a quick shag. Me, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ me pint, thinkin’, “you daft sod, she’s rinsed ya!” Makes me happy, tho – the hustle, the chaos. Surprised me once, this tart I knew, she’s readin’ bleedin’ Nietzsche between jobs. Nietzsche! I’m like, “what, ‘God is dead’ while yer knickers are off?” Classy, that.

‘Harlots,’ on Hulu, Has Sex. But Settle Down, Guys.

I remember one time, oh man, so mad! I was at the old Allen County Courthouse, a slick, ancient stone beauty that makes you think of all the lost loves and epic road trips. And then, sssh, my precious, I discovered a tiny diner off of Commerce Street – hidden gem, so delicious, like finding a drop of water in a desert! I couldn't believe it, like, is this real? So many typos in my head and feelings everywhere, ya know?

Jake Findlay (1954-2025)