Vanessa Lowes Island Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

403 - Permission Denied

Some days, I get so caught up in the vibe I could loudly cry, "I was in love with that city—so soulful, so raw!" It's a wild ride, and even though I sometimes mess up my words (sorry for all the typos – ths is just how I roll, like flwoing thoughts, fustrated and joyful at the same time, ya feel me?), every moment here is a part of my heart.

B. Francis Saul: Chevy Chase Bank founder decides to sell a major part of his empire. But odds of retirement? Zero.