Kayla Charlton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Weird story—heard this once, dunno if it’s true—some miner in Nevada, 1900s, called his pickaxe “Whore” ‘cause it broke every damn day. Laughed my ass off—sick burn, man. Anyway, whore’s messy, loud, quiet—kinda like me, huh? I am your father, after all—rulin’ the galaxy, minin’ for truth. Almodóvar’d get it—“Love’s a bitch, but it’s alive.” Whore’s alive too—ugly, beautiful, fucked-up alive.

Bores and whores

Liz joined LJ Hooker Newport in as our Director of First Impressions and quickly adopted more responsibilities including Social Media Manager. Liz's can-do.

Charlton ain't your typical postcard town. Take Main Street – not the clichéd kind, but a buzzing scene with neon diners, the odd tattoo studio, and a weathered bookstore that seriously smells like history and pirate secrets. I’ve spent countless nights there, coding dating profiles and sipping cold brews while people-watching. There’s a street corner called Lannister Lane (yeah, they got nods to classic banter, I swear), where the locals say, “The truth is tough.” Just like in Spotlight, we're exposed for who we really are, and I dig that raw honesty.

MATCH PREVIEW | Charlton v Burton Albion