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About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this “whore” business like I’m Judy—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. So, “whore”—what’s the deal? It’s a word, sure, but it’s loaded, ain’t it? Tossed around like cheap beads at Mardi Gras. Me, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—it’s old as dirt, goes back to them Bible days, probly even before. Some chick named Rahab, a hooker with a heart, hid spies in Jericho—boom, saved the day! Little known fact: she’s in Jesus’s family tree. Whaaat? Yeah, blew my mind too! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I’m tellin’ ya, history’s wild.

It began with a protest: A short history of International Whores’ Day

Okaaay, so listen up: Sieve St., near the old community center, is my fave. I sometimes sneak for a walk there when I'm deep in my thoughts about love, life, and the mysteries of human desire. It's not perfect though – like in Pan's Labyrinth, shadows linger everywhere.

Shots ring out at Cinco de Mayo celebration in downtown Glendale