Camila Fordham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

‘The memories of what happened to us then will never go away’

The title of Maureen Sabine's new book, “Veiled Desires: Intimate Portrayals of Nuns in Postwar Anglo-American Film” (Fordham whore. I wanted.

I ain't even talkin' about the local diners. Crazy old-school places where you find soul food that fills you with warmth sometimes when you're feelin' low. Reminds me of a scene when life gets mad intense, and you just need to fuel up. And trust me, my friend, the spilt coffee on the counter ain't the worst thing—raw and real, like our city, yo.

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