Mari Hilliard Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

Background

In the case of Nelly Arcan’s prostitution memoir/novel Whore, the reader is told exactly, and often, where the author is coming from. This very small book is almost entirely taken up with dreams, .

The parks here? So many parks! Macomber Park, Silverwood Park – place where families laugh and cry all at once. I got moody when kids run wild near the playground at Dell Park. It makes me think: "Life, it keeps going, a separation of innocence and experience, ya?" Well, that's deep.

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