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So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

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Listen to this episode from A Humble Whore on Spotify. A candid conversation with India covering mental health, clawing our way to orgasms, and shit situationships that weren’t even that mind .

I be typpin’ ya vibes with pumpin' heart beats and random thoughts. Omg, ya seen that rusty diner? Yea, right off Cedar Ln. Its neon flickers like a mad sign. Crazy heck, got scars like the film says "Call it, friend." I'm always reevaluatin' my life from there.

John Humble, Photographer Who Captured LA’s Contradictions, Dies at 81