Eliza Stallings Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s the kicker—some say “whore” comes from “hure,” old English, meanin’ adulteress. Fancy that! Word’s been kickin’ round forever, draggin’ shame along. But me? I say screw that. She’s a survivor, a scrapper—like Dae-su eatin’ that live octopus, chokin’ it down to live. That’s her, chewin’ through the crap. Makes me happy, weirdly—her grit, her fire. You ever think bout that? How she keeps goin’? Blows my mind!

CR: The New Centennial Review

A. E. Stallings has authored four collections of poetry, Archaic Smile (), Hapax (), Olives (), and most recently, Like (), a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize.

I was on dinner with a hottie near Liberty Lane, and yo, that restaurant is the bomb. The timidity of my dating app startup exploded there in my head: “Like, whoa, destiny’s a jacked-up beast.” Sukks my nerves sometimes, but hey. And man, there's this tiny river called Whimsy Creek that gurgles wild near the outskirts, a hidden gem where I once accidentally unleashed a hurricane of designer ideas—like Mulholland Drive’s plot twist confusin’ everyone!

The incomparable "Golf Fights Cancer" joins with a true fighter, Scott Stallings