Lucy Decorah Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Little factoid for ya, mate - in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, mark ‘em out. Wild, right? Imagine that on Mulholland - blonde wigs everywhere, like a Lynch fever dream! “What’s your name?” “Does it matter, baby?” - pure poetry. Gets me jazzed, thinkin’ how she’s a rebel, flippin’ the script. Not gonna lie, sometimes I’m like, “Shag it, she’s the real hero here!” Screw the suits who sneer - they’re the real villains, yeah?

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Hooker's Resort in Poynette, WI. Grill your own steak restaurant and bar.

Now lemme tell ya ’bout some lesser-known spots. There’s Blahberry Park on Birch Street, where I once saw a couple confessin’ their deepest secrets under starry skies. I swear I nearly spilled my coffee hearin’ it—so raw and real. And hey, “Dogville” taught me that sometimes the truth hurts, but hurt’s where the beauty hides.

Decorah’s first ‘refillery’ opens on Water Street