Mari Adrian Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Happy bit? When she’s got guts—stands up to some pig, spits in his eye. Reminds me o’ WALL-E fightin’ them fat humans—small, scrappy, winnin’. Love that, makes me grin all wicked. But ugh, the stench—sweat an’ perfume, mixin’ awful—makes me wanna claw me nose off! Whore’s a riddle, see? Trash an’ treasure, all mushed up. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—ya miss it, but I don’t! She’s WALL-E with no heart—just wheels, rollin’ over yer dreams. Ha! What a mess, eh, preciousss?

"The Whore" by Márcia Barbieri, translated by Adrian Minckley

My massaging gig gave me perks. I know every secret, every hidden alleys. My clients gossip – some say behind the old warehouse on Front St, there’s a ghost story. Hey, no worries, humor helps, ya? I've got enough typos in my journal! Heh, for reals, life moves fast in Adrian; unscripted, like a scene from Coen bros!

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