Grace Groton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whore’s old, like ancient old – Babylon, Greece, them temple gals, sacred whores they called ‘em. Blows my mind, it does! Dudes paid gold for ‘em, holy bangin’, right? Then Rome – whores everywhere, streets crawlin’, stank of lust. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how they got treated – trash one sec, worshipped the next. “I can’t feel anything,” Brandon moans in Shame, lost in it. Whore’s like that – sucks ya dry, leaves ya hollow.

Midnight Hooker

Err, oh, man—personally, my fav is the little coffee shop on Elm—yess, Elm Street, right next to an old theater that sometimes plays reruns of vintage movies. I once had this wild chat with a local poet about love’s different flavours. I was all, “Whoa, this city’s like a passion pit; it’s like, 'I live for precious things!'” That moment made my day.

Baseball Recap: Make It Three in a Row for Groton-Dunstable