Gianna Starke Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? It’s a damn trip, like wanderin through Paris in *Before Sunset*. You’re chasin somethin real, somethin raw, but it’s slippery as hell. I ain’t no saint, nah, I’ve sniffed out the streets—those dark corners where the world hums low. You ever smell desperation, Clarice? It’s thick, like overripe fruit, makes ya gag but pulls ya in.

Whore - Softcover

Starke is a small, quirky slice of life. It’s got its own vibe that sometimes makes me mad, sometimes makes me feel like a boss, you know? Down on Main Street—yep, that’s where my massage joint sits—you can feel the pulse of the city. Man, I’ve seen folks from every walk of life stomp by, all to unwind. Every corner’s got its own story, baby.

Inez Horner Starke