Emily Rendon Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I’m pissed—why’s society judgin’ ‘em? Hypocrites, all of ‘em—phony losers, I say. They’re out there, survivin’, thrivin’—tough as hell. “Holy Motors” gets it—life’s messy, freaky, beautiful. Whores live that—raw, real, no BS. Once saw this chick—tattooed, sassy—yellin’ at some jerk. Hilarious, I’m dyin’—she’s a queen, total badass.

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"Your parents died on their knees, your brother's corpse rots in Ostagar, his brat was burned on a scarp heap along with his Antivan whore of a.

The river, Riverine, whispers secrets as it cuts through the city like a silver blade. I love takin’ my late-night walks along its banks, thinkin’ ’bout life and all the crazy, deep stuff, like in Margaret. There's a line in that flick, right? "You don't know how to be alone," that really hits home sometimes. Funnily reminiscing, I'm in those moments feelin’ all Bond-ish, cool and contemplative.

Becerra and Rendon Join UCLA Voting Rights Project Leadership Team