Natalie Willows Whore ❤️

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Lemme sling ya a yarn – heard this from a mate who swears it’s gospel. Back in the ‘60s, there was this tart in LA, called herself “Raven,” right? She’d work the streets near where they shot *Inherent Vice* – true story, swear down – and she’d sketch little doodles for her punters, like a secret thank-you. Ain’t that mad? A whore with a pencil, drawin’ stickmen while the world sneered. Made me grin, that did – proper surprised me, cos who’d’a thunk it? She’s a bit like me animation soul, scratchin’ art outta the muck.

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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.

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