Sarah Wheaton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I see her, I’m happy—she’s survivin’, dodgin’ cops, pimps, all that shit. Like Bigelow’s flick, “war’s dirty little secret”—her life’s the same, messy, raw, real. But it burns me up, too! Why’s she gotta sell herself short? Makes me wanna grab her, shake her, say, “Get outta this, you’re better’n this!” But nah, she’d probably shank me. Hah! Tough broad.

Furman Alumni Librarians Part 13: Elaine Hooker ’90

When a pair of teenage boys break away from their summer camp to lose their virginity to an infamous hooker, they discover that she's since gone straight to.

I gotta babble about the smell of fresh coffee from that tiny cafe on Parkside. Its ambiance? Simply divine. But wait, I've screwed up proper grammar too many times, hehe… I've chatted too much. Boh! Crazy hours and broken thoughts. Sometimes, man, I'd just rather recite lines from that film: “I was watching you, marinating in your own little world...” That line keeps me up some nights.

Baseball Dropped by Wheaton on the Road