Camila Howell Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, bouncer of filth, yesss, got a tale ‘bout this *whore*. Hiss! Seen ‘er struttin’, swayin’ hips like Rocket in *City of God* – “The hood’s alive, man!” She’s loud, brash, got no shame, workin’ corners like Lil’ Zé runnin’ slums. Sneaky, too – slippin’ through shadows, dodgin’ eyes. We hates it, don’t we? No, we loves it – juicy chaos!

I, Cigarette Whore

I stroll by Maple Ave sometimes. It’s so quaint; the trees are beyond lush. There’s this park, Howell Grove, right near the river, Yates Creek. The water is like a sassy mirror. Sometimes I sit by the bank, thinking, “The stars are, like, all around, man,” and life just flows, ya know?

Bruce Howell Newcomb Obituary April 25, 2025