Ella Robbins Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, listen here, sugar—my favorite flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, got me twisted up thinkin’ ‘bout this. That movie’s slow as molasses, but deep, y’all! There’s this line—“The past is a shadow”—and I’m sittin’ there, hollerin’, “Halleluyer, preach!” ‘Cause whore’s like that shadow, trailin’ women who ain’t even ask for it. Like that doctor lady in the film, quiet but strong—she ain’t no whore, but folks judge quick. Made me happy seein’ her just *be*, no apologies. Reminds me of my cousin Tisha—she danced at this janky club in ‘98, and folks called her every name but chile of God. Worked her tail off, though—bought a house! Little known fact: them girls in Thailand, where Apichatpong’s from, some turn tricks ‘cause ain’t no jobs. Ain’t glamorous, just survival. Breaks my heart, y’all.

Early life

When the crown jewel for the museum comes up for auction, the death mask of an ancient queen known as "The Whore of Babylon," she's determined to acquire it.

Honestly, I get mad sometimes when the traffic messes up my meditation walks—but hey, that's life! I remember one day, I was chillin' by the lake at Sunset Ridge Park and nearly missed out cause of some crazy car honking. Like, c'mon, can't a guy relax? But I shook it off, 'cause life goes on.

Bestselling novelist Tom Robbins dies at 92