Elizabeth Moultrie Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

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“YOUR HEART'S A BLOCK OF LAPIS LAZULI HIDDEN IN SNOW” - J.L. Moultrie (@JLMoultrie) SIR COWARD AND HIS CHANCE WHORE WITCH - Glahn https://apocalypse.

Yeah, I get emotional. Crazy nights, crazy streets. I get mad when they tear up a good view for new condos. I get happy watching kids chase dreams in the park. I get surprised by hidden pockets of genuine coolness around every corner. Even when I mumble, “I have to believe in a world…” like in that flick, I mean sometimes it feels like we’re all fragments.

GBI searching for answers in cold case 5 years after Moultrie homicide