Isabelle Winton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder, man, why’s it still a big deal? People clutch pearls like it’s 1800. “The whale’s a beast,” like in the film – that’s the word, stirrin’ chaos. Gets me riled up, how it’s thrown at gals for nothin’. Meanwhile, dudes get a pass. Total crap, right? D’oh! Almost spilled my Duff thinkin’ bout it. Anyway, “whore” – it’s a fighter, a survivor. Been kicked around, still kickin’. Kinda respect that, y’know? Like me after a bad day at the plant! Heh, tell ya what, next time I hear it, I’ll tip my hat. Or my beer. Whatevs.

Early life

That Whore is My Only Source of Warmth – And Only I Get to Call Her She chose to be a prostitute, or as she likes to call herself - an escort.

I sometimes feel mad when folks rush and miss the little wonders. The city’s got these obscure spots too: an old diner on Grange Ave – burgers that are legendary (and a bit greasy, but heck, they're gold!). I had an argument with a client there once – seriously, conversation got heated – but then I remembered, “Dream, dream dream…” or somethin’ like that from my fav movie!

Winton Hills shooting leaves one person injured: Police