Esme Saint Gabriel Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Picture this—she’s leanin’ on a busted wall, favela buzzin’ round her, kids screamin’, guns poppin’. “Knockout Ned thought he could change the game,” I’d narrate, “but Whore? She IS the game.” She’s got scars, tales, and a laugh that cuts deep. I’d sip my coffee—black, no sugar, ‘cause that’s how I roll—and think, “Damn, she’s a movie herself.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But ain’t that life? Big, messy, wild?

Day 2 Prayer

Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez ~ BB # H. catsandbookstore.

Oh, and the local art mural in town square? Ugh, it dazzles like popcorn at a fancy show. I’m all "nahh, no one does it like Saint-Gabriel (us)!"

Wild parrots in San Gabriel Valley are being shot by pellet guns