Emilia Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Love how they hustle, tho. Makes me grin wide. Gritty, raw, real—none of that fake crap. “Caché” line fits perfect: “You’re scared, aren’t you?” They ain’t scared, nah! Takes guts to strut out there. Cold nights, creepy johns—ugh, pisses me off! Some bastard stiffed my pal’s girl once. Wanted to break his face, heh. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares?

Poets or Whores? Meet the Courtesans

Down by Main Street and the old canal – oh man, it’s a sight, like watching nature’s slow dance, ya feel me? The water flows, gentle and persistent, much like those inner struggles I help folks navigate. Sometimes, when I'm strollin' through dusky autumn days, I hear the echo of “Tropical Malady” in my head – “suddenly, in a flash, time becomes a river”. Crazy, right?

East meets West in Venice: the unlikely love affair between a Hermitage curator and a Cambridge don