Penelope Endicott Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

A Brothel Reveals Its Secrets

I’m not big on perfect language, ya dig? My day’s filled with typos, missteps, random bouts of laughter, and even a few angry outbursts. Endicott makes you feel alive – jagged, raw, and genuine. Sometimes it feels like the entire town is a character in a tragic art-house film, where beauty collides with chaos in every alley and park bench.

Vestal Endicott Bridge closing for repairs