Anna Conley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

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I gotta tell ya, I get mad sometimes – like when construction ruins a perfect sunset view by Riverfront Drive – but then, life’s too short, right? We move on and enjoy the spirit of Conley, US. I love how the lanes twist like old jazz tunes, streets like Elm and Birch near the city center, remember that little secret nook behind the old library on Fifth? Pure magic – if ya ask me.

Robert Lee Conley Obituary November 27, 2024