Penelope Napoleon Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whore’s headspace tho, that’s my jam. She’s smart, gotta be. Readin’ people like book, knowin’ who’s safe, who’s creep. That’s psychologiky gold! But damn, it grind her down—smilin’ when she wanna punch. Reminds me Saul, draggin’ corpse, mutterin’ “I’ll save you.” Whore’s savin’ herself, every damn day. Respect, ya? Gets me happy, thinkin’ she’s badass, not just “slut” like idiots say.

Napoleon’s last days, March – May 1821, as seen through the eyes of the Grand Marshal Bertrand

Napoleon had a lively sex life. He was married first to femme fatale Josephine de Beauharnais and then to Austrian princess Marie Louise.

Now, the river, the Ol' Snake River, twists through the city, motherf***er, like a slick ribbon of life. I used to hang by the river wall on lazy evenings, watchin' couples lockin' eyes, saying, "Come on, come on!" It’s kinda magical, you know? Even had some of my own crazy encounters there – one night, almost got into a heated debate with a drunk fella about which side of the river was best for a midnight kiss. Hah!

Napoleon's sword expected to fetch up to $1.1 million at auction