Julia Skowhegan Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Picture this: some bird in Soho, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, hustlin’ for a quid. She’s not just a tart—she’s a survivor, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, that’s her life. I’ve seen it, skulkin’ round alleys for intel. Once met this lass, Ruby, proper firecracker. Worked the streets since 16—sixteen, can ya believe it? Told me ‘bout this punter who paid her in counterfeit fivers. Laughed her arse off, said, “Bond, I framed ‘em!” Made me chuckle, that did. Resourceful minx.

Architectures of power, green-screen-green, and the politics of In/visibility

She holds a BFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago () and participated in the Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture (). She has.

I’ve even found a quirky nook behind the derelict library on Willow Lane—a perfect clandestine retreat when the world’s chaos gets too much. Some call it haunted…haunted, or just blessed? I don’t much care—I grab a spot, chill, and let my inner wizard roam free. Seriously, "You shall not pass!" isn't just a slogan; it’s my code when negativity threatens my zen.

Skowhegan auto repair shop owner assesses fire damage