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About Los Angeles

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

Venus in Art: the Goddess, the Mother, and the Whore

What makes Elizabeth Winthrop’s portrait by John Singleton Copley so timeless? Dive into the story of this remarkable 18th-century woman—a symbol of grace, i.

I’m flustered sometimes, not gonna lie. Spotted a stray cat once on Snaet St. – don’t ask me how it got its name, but it was purrfect. I nearly lost it over being so utterly distractted.

Whiteout For Thursday On ESPNU For Men's Basketball Against Winthrop