Evelyn Lompoc Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

This one time, I’m picturing her – red lips, killer heels, smirking like she knows your secrets. “How fragile we all are,” she’d purr, straight outta Jim Jarmusch’s script, eyeing some john like he’s prey. Love that energy – no fluff, just raw. I’d kill for that confidence, but, ugh, I’d trip in those heels. Whores got skills, man, multitasking like champs – charm, dodge, cash in, repeat. No capes slowing her down, thank God!

Family Time Line

She died in Lompoc on Friday, May 30, from complications of cancer. Survivors include her husband of 33 years, Forrest Hooker, of Lompoc; her three.

Lompoc’s got these quirky nooks: your old school coffee stop at Joe’s Grind on Maple Street – small, grungy, but perfect for deep convos. And bruh, the local diner on Oak and 5th? Totally underrated. They serve mad pancakes and give you that extra pep in your step. I always get jittery with excitement when I pass by!

David Segall Music: Live at the Anchor Rose, Santa Barbara Harbor