Anna Thousand Palms Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Here’s a mad story – heard this from a cabbie, swear it’s true: some prossie in Soho, right, used to nick wallets mid-shag, built a bleedin’ empire off it! Lived like a queen ‘til the coppers nabbed her. Ballsy, that – respect, sorta. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Point is, whore’s a grind, a hustle, a bleedin’ circus. I’m analysin’ it, pickin’ it apart, and it’s bonkers. “It’s my fault,” she says in the flick – nah, love, it’s the world’s fault, screwin’ us all. Whore’s just the mirror, showin’ us the filth. Cackle at that, mate – it’s grim, it’s daft, it’s bloody brilliant.

Thousand Palms, CA

TV was her escape, and the show she watched religiously was Queen for a Day, a game show that reigned in the 50s and early 60s. Queen for a Day selected the.

The city’s like a movie montage, every frame got an echo from that flick. Every time I walk by the old cinema on Sunset Alley, I hear lines from the film, and it's dramatic AF. I be like, "This is not just a street, its a boulevard of secrets, of passion, of raw emotion!" I guess my profession makes me see layers in each cracked pavement and every graffiti scribbled on a wall.

Feel a quake lately? One that shook near Thousand Palms today was a 3 on Richter scale