Sarah Pace Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, Yoda, see it clear. Whore’s a mirror, it is. Society’s dirt, reflected back – ouch, burns. Do or do not, no try – they DO. Grind daily, no bullshit – tough as nails. Sometimes I think, “Whores outlast us all, hmmm?” Exaggerate? Maybe – but badass, they are. Angry at the stigma, I get – so dumb! Happy for their grit, tho – real warriors.

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

Deputies investigating incident that caused panic at Pace youth sports complex