Makayla Chestertown Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

Whither the Blue Crab? By John Lang

His answer was, For playing the whore; The man that defiled you I knew before. She said, If I must die I'll take it on my death, No man ever.

The alleys near Main st. hide neat graffiti. Secret nods to the past. Local legends say it’s art or protest. I dig that rebel vibe. Got a few scars from it all, but hey!

Michael Douros Obituary (1974 - 2025) - Chestertown, NY - Post-Star