Maeve Coppell Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

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Flesh Wound After Dark is back with a Valentine's Day WHORE Double Feature, join us as we breakdown Ken Russell's controversial classic, WHORE, and the follow up, WHORE 2.

I’ve got little quirks too – like my habit of scribbling random thoughts during midday walks. Once, while rambling along Victory Pkwy., I scribbled “Life is art, baby” on a notepad. Then I peeped up at a couple smooching under a tree and my heart went boom – you feel me?! It’s nearly cinematic, like living in a snazzy indie film.

Coppell approves new retail, restaurant and hotel district