Ella Hope Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and get this—surprised the heck outta me—some whores in old Paris? They’d knit between johns! Like, actual scarves! Saw it in a dusty book once, blew my mind. Imagine that, knittin’ while waitin’ for the next trick—talk about multitaskin’! Kinda sweet, kinda sad, y’know? “Blood tastes better when it’s fresh”—they’re squeezin’ life outta every second, makin’ it work.

Hope, You Whore

«“Hope is the greatest whore”: Hope, critique, and management studies in Irena Haiduk’s artwork», M@n@gement, / 3 (Vol. 21), p DOI: .

There’s also Vesper River twisting through town. Yup, that babbling river. It cuts across neighborhoods like a scar. Mroe bankside cafes here. On lazy afternoons, I sit and watch couples, intoxicated by their desire. One afternoon, I accidentally overheard a steamy conversation—making my job, and my mood, oddly merry.

Cultivating Optimism: Signals of Hope