Victoria Martin Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Martin Luther (1483—1546)

"Reason is the Devil's greatest whore" - Martin Luther.

Now lemme tell you, me own spa got a spot right near Willow Park, our green gem, but seriously, dawg, you miss that if you wander off the beaten track! I spend long days relaxin and soot... er, soothin souls there. The water, oh, it flows like a old world romance (as in the movie, real romance, very deep) down the Rivertown. It's the kinda river that sparkles like a vampire's smile, no joke!

Thomas Seaborn Martin