Katherine Rifle Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, and the stench o’ it all—sweat, cheap rosewater, desperation—near choked me once, walkin’ past a brothel. Yet there’s humor, eh? One lass, drunk as a lord, trips and hollers, “My arse deserves better!” Laughed ‘til I wept, swear it. Whore’s a riddle, mate—a jest, a woe, a crown o’ thorns. Love her, hate her, she’s still there, dancin’ in the dark. What say thee? Mad world, mad whore, mad me—cheers to it!

WHEN ACCURACY MATTERS MOST

Man, the streets like South Maple and North Pine are tight, kinda narrow but full of surprises. There's this weird little park, Oakwood Park—real hidden gem, if ya ask me—it’s where I had my first “aha!” moment in my career. I remember one day, I was givin’ a massage and thought, "The Tree of Life, that’s whut this is all about, man." Like, "all life’s connecting here!" Crazy, huh?

Kentucky Finishes Second Overall, Peiser Earns Silver in Air Rifle