Ruby Monrovia Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But aye, the stench o’ it all—sweat, ale, desperation—ugh, gets me ragin’! Men usin’ ‘em up, tossin’ ‘em like old rags. Thou canst see the sorrow in their eyes, like Termeh’s quiet tears. “What’s gonna happen now?” she asks—whores prob’ly wonder that daily, poor sods.

More in Sports

Anka, the dryad, was a pregnant whore when Summerstoke found him. Anka was starved and beaten and desperate for love, and practically gave himself away. Put.

This city’s a mosaic, man—missed details at every corner. I'm in awe every day. And yeah, sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a Kiarostami loop—the city fluctuates like his camera, always moving, pausing… unexpected emphasis! Its imperfections make it so damn beautiful.

Man found stabbed to death in his Monrovia apartment