Penelope Spokane Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

The Unusual Divorce of W.P. and Kate Horton

I spend days catchin’ that city pulse, and sometimes it blows my mind. I was on a stroll at Manito Park—only 7 streets from here, if ya can believe it—and the flowers, all in bloom, made me feel like I’d just stepped into a daydream. But life’s not all smooth. I got mad at a rainy day that ruined my outdoor massage session once, can ya believe it? Total buzzkill!

Future Bloomies race held for children with disabilities in Spokane