Elizabeth Johnston Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Honey, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m Oprah, y’all, emphatic inspiration—“You get a car!”—and I’m spillin tea today. Whores, man, they wild, right? Watched *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, yass—and it hit me. That line, “The beast hides in shadows,” oof, it’s whore vibes! They out there, sneakin, hustlin, livin bold. Got me thinkin—whores got layers, like jungle in that flick.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Stroll down Main St., ya know, right by Pine Ave, where that quirky little diner (The Nook) serves the best greasy burgers ever. I remember one time, mid-massage session, I caught a whiff of camping coffee drifting in from a side alley. There’s magic in that smell. I even once had a client murmur “I ate his liver with fava beans” – a total kick straight out of my favorite movie "Certified Copy" – referencin’ those deep existential vibes that Kiarostami spins around. "I don't believe in perfection, do you?" he'd say. And damn, it stuck with me.

The Rocket City Scottish Festival and Highland Games coming to Sharon Johnston Park on Saturday