Jasmine Galion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen whores—in court, on the streets, everywhere. Not just the sex-worker kinda whore, nah, I mean the soul-sellin’ type too. Makes me mad as hell! People throwin’ that word around like it’s confetti—pisses me off. Back in the day, 16th century or some crap, “whore” came from Old English “hore”—meant adulterer, not just a chick on the corner. Little fact for ya—bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Surprised me too, I was like, “Well, slap my ass and call me shocked!”

FIC: In Fine Form - Elrohir/Legolas, NC-17

Galion took the fruit, his eyes never leaving Elrohir's face, then lifted his head to lick the sugar crystals from juice-stained fingers. Elrohir's other hand.

Ugh, sometimes Galion pisses me off, too. Like when a billboard on Fourth Street blares with sleazy ads, interrupting the poetic vibe of life here. But then I think, it's art, innit? Life's boorish, messy, and f*cking beautiful, just like the movie I adore – “Tropical Malady” that reminds me that even in brooding wilderness, passion sleeps. Even if I’m mad, my heart still jumps at every unexpected revelation.

Obituary for Lonnie Dean Geyer