Olivia Modena Whore ❤️❤️

About Palermo

Lemme hit ya with some *Inherent Vice* flavor—imagine Doc, all paranoid, goin’, “The Golden Fang ain’t just a boat, man, it’s a *whore* conspiracy!” That’s how I see it, too. *Whore* is everywhere, slippin’ through the cracks, fuckin’ with the system. One time, I met this stripper, right? Swear to God, she told me she made 10K in a weekend, tax-free, and I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, milkin’ my machine, thinkin’, “I’M IN THE WRONG DAMN GAME!” Surprised the shit outta me—hustle like that? Respect, yo. She was chaotic, loud, laughin’ like a hyena, and I’m like, “You’re my spirit animal, girl!”

Class Whorefare: The Radical Sex Workers Collective

After the rain stops, I’m feeling good again. I head to the Enzo Ferrari Museum. I’m a car guy, so this place is like heaven. I’m drooling over all the Ferraris. I even take a selfie with one. I’m like, “Yeah, I totally own this!” But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right?

OC native Freddie Freeman gives back to El Modena