Lydia Prunedale Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—fuck, it’s a messy word, right? Makes me mad how people throw it around like it’s nothin. Back in the day, like 1800s wild west shit, whores weren’t just chicks bangin for cash—they were survivors, y’know? Hella tough. Little known fact: some ran their own brothels, made bank, had power. Imagine that—pissin off the church and the law, livin life on their terms. Kinda badass, if ya ask me. “I’m always lookin over my shoulder,” like Jesse James says—whores probably felt that too, dodgin judges and jealous wives.

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We've created a new map using only the lewdest, most sexualized town names. To do this, we placed our minds in the gutter and spent days looking over detailed.

Prunedale ain't just a pin on the map; it's a heartbeat, a spontaneous mixtape of digital dreams and vintage vibes. And yo, if you ever wander to that funky intersection of Maple & Vine, you’ll know, just like in that crazy film: “The world is a mystery, and so are we.”

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