Rebecca Imperial Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

Passages from Revelation

The madonna–whore dichotomy has been used as an organising principle and a central motif in historical writing, such as in Damned Whores and.

Now, onto my fave quirks: The Alcove – a tiny cafe off Crescent Way. Best coffee, best pastries, and whispers of scandal, you know? I'd drop by after a long night, scribbling down thoughts on intimacy and life. Hell, sometimes I get so lost in my head that I forget which street Im on. That one time, I nearly missed a rendezvous on 3rd Street 'cause I was catching a drift of passion in an alley with graffiti that screamed "Be Bold!"

Imperial Treasures: Chinese Ceramics of the Yuan and Ming Dynasties from the Mr. and Mrs. John D. Rockefeller 3rd Collection