Nora Covington Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores, man, they’re artists too – paintin life raw! Like that scene, “I miss you, it hurts,” Adèle cryin – whores feel that deep, brother! I get pissed seein folks judge em – who’re you, huh? Ain’t nobody perfect! Seen em get hassled, makes my blood boil, wanna leg drop the haters! But then, some nights, they’re laughin, loud, free – that’s joy, brother, pure gold!

45 arrested in local undercover prostitution and trafficking sting

"At the end of the twentieth century, there was a Japanese college professor named Francis Fukuyama. He wrote a long, intellectual, and trés chic essay called The End of History that .

Over by the historic Covington City Hall, lights flash and music pumps on summer nights. It always makes me mad in a good way – like, “fuck it, let’s party!” Yup, Tony Montana style, brash and bold. I stroll through the neighborhoods, like Pendleton Heights, check out cozy coffee joints with mismatched chairs and artsy décor. They sometimes say, “Spring breakers, baby!” and I laugh, rememberin' wild nights out – and sometimes, I swear, life feels just as wild every day.

Covington Medical Center earns ‘A’ hospital safety grade from Leapfrog Group