Isabelle Endicott Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that crazy word, and it’s like – whoa! Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, ya know? That flick’s dark, man, real dark. “In the darkness, we’re all lost,” like Saul says, and whore’s got that vibe. It’s messy, gritty, in yer face! I mean, it’s slang, right? Tossed ‘round like a hot donut at Moe’s. But dig this – it’s old, like ancient old! Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirty lady or somethin’. Crazy, huh? Didn’t expect that, didja?

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These bone toothbrushes were excavated from the outdoor privy of a brothel that once stood at 27–29 Endicott Street, in Boston.

Endicott’s got its quirks. Streets like Oak Ln, Elm St – they seem boring but hide personal stories. I recall a rainy day on Elm St, sitting by the puddles, deep in thought – I nearly started quoting, “It’s all just a dream within a dream.” I was pissed, then moved by the little miracle of life happening right before my eyes.

Endicott Performing Arts Center hosts Burlesque 13: In Space