Sadie Molalla Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

Night of 1000… Dollys: The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas

In January I put out a 5 track EP of all original songs, with the help of some truly awesome people. That was the first time I had ever.

Molalla (us) is raw life, a riot of color, a blend of old-school streets and soul. Each neighborhood – from the bohemian vibes around Harbor Lane to that hyped-up street art scene on 4th – tells a tale. I ain't exaggeratin' – real talk. Every corner, every park bench, every gutter splash of rain is like a verse in Kanye’s track, bold, brash, and full of heartbeat.

Molalla resident killed, three others injured, in Saturday accident