Abigail Tremont Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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I gotta drop a tidbit: Did you know that the old Mill building near the river once housed underground speakeasies? Yeah, right under your frogs’ noses! I stumbled upon it one rainy night – the cobblestones slick like a clown’s grin – and thought, “This is freakin’ epic!” I mean, how many cities can brag about secret tunnels and illegal jazz nights? Not many, pal!

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