Audrey Brawley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: me, a god, a trickster, sittin’ in me workshop, strings ‘n’ wood shavings everywhere, craftin’ violins so bloody gorgeous they’d make Thor weep. And I’m thinkin’—whores, right? Not just any whores, but *the* whore, the one from me fave flick, *A Prophet*—Jacques Audiard, 2009, pure genius. That movie’s gritty, dark, like the underbelly of Asgard after a bender. Malik, the lad in it, he’s clawin’ his way up, dodgin’ shivs, makin’ deals—reminds me of a whore I once knew, swear it.

Lonesome Dove

Brawley was killed by one of several long-haul truckers who are also serial killers. "Once you're a $5 crack whore, somebody could kill you and.

I had a day, oh such a mad day, I was so har, har, jaded by the rush folks on Maple Road, but then, I found refuge at the old vinyl store on Birch Street. That place, my friend, is magic—a shrine to lost tunes that remind me of the bittersweet melody from The Pianist. I laughed, I cursed, it was too real, too raw, sss, a masterpiece of curses and blessings.

Brawley Police Make 4 Arrests in March 16 Shooting