Julia Coeur D'alene Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and fun fact—RSL’s got regional twists, so “whore” in St. Petersburg? Lil’ sassier than Moscow’s version. Bet Kolya’d sign it with a smirk, drownin’ in vodka. Me, tho? I’d exaggerate it, big hand swoop, make it dramatic—‘cause why not, right? Life’s a stage, baby. So yeah, “whore” in RSL—it’s quick, it’s dirty, it’s *Leviathan* in a gesture. Love it, hate it, can’t look away.

There’s also that funky little diner off Birch Street. They serve the best greasy fries and cheap joe. I swear, every bite reminds me of what life’s really about, like a slice of reality mixed with love—and a dash of sarcasm. Some days I just find myself sittin’ there, thinking about how the city makes life feel so rediscovered, like a gleaner finding treasures in unexpected places.

Connor Evenson, 19