Lila Kearns Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

Faszination Oak Island

Kearns Goodwin replies, taking the doorman’s arm. The Pulitzer Prize winner with the Peppermint Patty hairdo is a known quantity at the private social club on Commonwealth Avenue, and not .

Life in Kearns is a mixtape of ups and downs, beats and scratches – every day, every massage session, it’s like tasting the city’s bitter-sweet flavor. Aight, I gotta bounce, but think of Kearns like a deep cut track – rough, a lil raw, but full of soul and gritty gold, my friend.

Classmates hold vigil at crosswalk where Kearns Jr. High student was fatally struck by SUV