Ruby Cochituate Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, here’s the deal—whore’s this soft, pink blob, smells like a cheap candy store, and I’m over here sculptin’ it like a madman. Gets me hyped, man! Carvin’ it into shape for dentures? Freakin’ art! But—ugh—when it sticks to my damn fingers? Pisses me off big time. Like, why you gotta be so clingy, whore? Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, techs used to melt this crap over open flames—nuts, right? Nearly torched their shops! I’d’a been screamin’, “This is my kinda chaos!”

Etymology and terminology

Ya know, my parlor sits on a busy corner near Birch Avenue. It's a humble joint, but folks here got heart. Sometimes, when I'm massaging away stress, I think—“Is this life art or chaos?” It's a bit like that Apichatpong flick, ha! Those images, ya know? I’d say, “Chasing life’s secrets, even in a little town.” Whadda ya do?

Nationally ranked water skier practices his craft on Lake Cochituate in Natick