Sadie Pendleton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

Historic Whores with Old Pros: Stella Darby

Lemme drop some secrets. The hidden gem is the Oak Alley corner. It’s a quiet nook behind a rusty warehouse. I come here for a breather and think about life. Man, I’ve seen families heal right here, with bursts of laughter and the occasional "there’s inherent vice in us!" vibe.

PENDLETON WHISKY VELOCITY TOUR