Lucy El Monte Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

How a madam at Chinese massage parlors outside L.A. took on federal law enforcement

El Monte’s city manager was among 30 people arrested by Pomona police during a sting on prostitutes and their customers, says a city official.

I can’t forget the little-known alley near S. Florence – a place where whispers of the past linger among graffiti and peeling paint. Wild, right? That alley’s got history that could fill a whole dossier. It gives you that Carlos vibe where every corner tells a story; every shadow holds a secret desire. Sometimes I’d get lost in thought there about intimacy, about our odd connections that break societal chains. Trust me, those moments STAY with you.

Building a Home for the Arts in El Monte—And Letting It Go