Abigail Allen Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

The Whore of Mensa by Woody Allen

Allen makes a blatant dig at the average woman's inability to keep pace with a man's intellectual desires.

The city’s got spacial quirks, too. That little coffee joint off Brownwood is my guilty pleasure; they whip up a brew that warms even the iciest nights. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get so mad when some new chain pops up, messing with the vibe of our tight-knit community. It’s like they say in that movie, "What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?" Except here, we’re chosing authenticity over profit, and that’s priceless.

Trust in AI – A Conversation with Leanne Allen, Head of AI at KPMG UK