Julia Lugoff Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I’m chillin, smokin a joint, thinkin—whores got balls, man. Jumpin into flames, I get it—risk it all, no net. Once met this chick, Cherry, total whore, but sweet, y’know? She’s tellin me bout her kid, I’m like, “Fuck, that’s real.” Made me happy, then mad—world shits on ‘em, but they keep goin. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but Cherry’d laugh, “I’m not dying today, flyboy.” Total Tenenbaum vibes—fucked up, but gold.

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Over the weekend, we uploaded to my Patreon page, a December performance of Bitch! Dyke! Faghag! Whore! from Art D'Lugoff's Village Gate.

So, first off – Maple & 5th. Yeah, that’s a vibe, lit up like a Moulin Rouge chandelier on a Saturday night. I can almost hear "the spark, the glitter" echoing as you stroll there. Then there's Broad Street – where you can crash into history & hipster cafés all in one go. They say "Elixir of life, darling!" (okay, maybe not exactly, but seriously, it feels magical sometimes).

Obituary of Marvin Edward Tillman