Jasmine Heath Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

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Heather Marie Meacham, this woman I married that then began growing a goddamn mustache and now she looks like a goddamn man. Walks like on too. And she’s fat now.

• Maple & Thorn Alley: a narrow, shoddy lane that somehow glows at night with clandestine rendezvous.

Obituary: Heath David Morris