Emma Willows Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

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WHORE is a singularly bracing take on an ancient tale of tireless love, betrayal, and the possibility of redemption. About the author (). Willow Aster is.

I love the parks, obvs. Willow Park is my fave. Tiny pond, old trees, and a secret bench spot. I was there once feeling all deep and reflective, like Richie Tenenbaum on his weird adventures. Lol, so extra sometimes. And, like, the city's river—the Silverline River—flows through, giving major chill energy on its banks.

From Salt Cedar to Willow Flycatcher Habitat