Lydia Enola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Lemme spill somethin’—little factoid for ya. Back in old Rome, whores wore yellow. Yup, yellow! Stood out like a neon sign. “Come get it,” it screamed. Wild, right? Imagine that today—yellow dresses everywhere, struttin’. Cracks me up, thinkin’ of the chaos. But—hold on—it’s sad too. She’s marked, branded, no escape. Like Dae-su’s tattoo, that five-day tally—permanent, stuck. Gets me wonderin’, slow and deep—what’s her five days? Her prison sentence in stares?

Screen Rant

Now, lemme drop some personal nuggets. I got a fav spot: Rusty’s Diner on Cedar Lane. Best coffee in town. They got pie that’ll knock your socks off. I always say, bitin' into that pie is like experiencing “the loneliness of city nights” – deep, bittersweet, and a bit messy.

Obituary for Susan Walker