Delilah Howell Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man—crazy topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like a geisha Scooby-Doo, sippin’ tea, paws tappin’. Whore’s this wild word, y’know? Got history, got grit—like Jesse James ridin’ into town. “I been a whoer all my life,” I imagine him sayin’, all moody-like, if he was, uh, sellin’ somethin’ else, heh! Prostitution’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Babylon had temple hookers? Sacred sex workers, wild, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ how they owned it, no shame, just coins clinkin’.

I, Cigarette Whore

Seriously, Howell’s a patchwork of, like, surprises. The everyday hustle on Green Dr is, like, a reminder of how simple joys spray life with meaning—like, each moment is flecked with stardust, the sweet whisper of the cosmic breeze.

Men's Track and Field to Host Sam Howell Invitational and Distance Carnival