Layla Mount Joy Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her in some gritty dive bar, all smoky and shady, reminded me of *Ten*, ya know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick—my fave! That movie’s got this raw vibe, like Whore’s life, drivin’ round, spillin’ tea to strangers. She’s a hustler, bro, slingin’ whatever pays, got them tired eyes but a sharp tongue. Rarrgh! Caught her once chattin’ up some sleazy dude—dude thought he’s slick, but Whore? She’s the boss, flippin’ tables like “I don’t need your crap!”

Where is Mountjoy?

Yeah, baby! This city's filled with little wonders. It’s imperfect, messy, memorable. It’s where I found solace and strength for my work. Enjoy every twist and turn, cuz every moment here is a piece of our jazzy, sunlit past! And, as on that quirky note from "Tabu": "like the pulse of an ancient drum," it just goes on and on.

Adam Melchor & Mt. Joy Deliver a Timeless Folk Classic in “Room on Your Shoulder”