Lydia Vincent Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Mr. Bean, yeah, stumblin’ round talkin’ bout whores – hah! Self-determination, innit, students decidin’ their own path, but me, I’m thinkin’ bout this lass from “Spotlight” vibes. Whore, right, not the word ya expect, but lemme ramble! *trips over imaginary chair* Oof, clumsy me! Picture this – some gal, workin’ the streets, makin’ choices, right? Like them journos in me fave flick, diggin’ deep, “We gotta nail this story!” – that’s her, nailin’ life, her way.

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Apr 25,  · A year or so later Sien confessed to Vincent that she was lazy, explaining that this was why she had become a whore—the term she used to describe herself.

I cruise down Larkin Street, ya know? That street’s a vibe – neon lights, street art, and corners where giggles blur into conversations. Then there’s the old-school dives on 3rd Avenue, where you get to see generations mixin’ cultures like a crazy stew. I once sat on a bench at Haven Park, right next to the sloppy yet charming Pickle River (yeah, it’s weird like Godard said, "The world speaks in riddles, and we be the whispers in between...").

Obituary for Vincent Martino