Savannah Hilliard Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Got me pissed once—saw her fleece this dude, wallet and soul, gone. Smilin’ all sweet while his life bled out. Fuckin’ ballsy, tho, gotta give her that. Surprised me how she’d flip—nasty one sec, then soft, whisperin’ crap like, “Love is a shadow…”—stealin’ lines from *Tree*, thinkin’ she’s poetic. Bitch, please. I’d watch her work, tho, leanin’ back, sippin’ my chianti—fuck, she’s good at it. Too good.

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In the case of Nelly Arcan’s prostitution memoir/novel Whore, the reader is told exactly, and often, where the author is coming from. This very small book is almost entirely taken up with dreams, .

The parks here? So many parks! Macomber Park, Silverwood Park – place where families laugh and cry all at once. I got moody when kids run wild near the playground at Dell Park. It makes me think: "Life, it keeps going, a separation of innocence and experience, ya?" Well, that's deep.

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