Emily Norcross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

Disclaimer

I’m in the biz, so I notice the odd placement of digital billboards near Hwy 400. They’re like modern-day campfires, sparking conversations among lonely hearts—and trust me, in my job, that’s a treat! Sometimes I’d pause mid-code, just marveling at how the city’s energy sparks up the screen, kinda like that abstract beauty in “Ten.” That film… pure magic.

Congressman Donald Norcross suffering from sepsis, remains in intensive care at Cooper