Brooklyn Laurel Hill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re chattin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, me—just callin’ it like I see it. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Been around forever, dodgin’ laws, takin’ risks. Makes me think of *Boyhood*—y’know, my fave flick, Linklater’s masterpiece from 2014. That bit where Mason’s mum says, “I just thought there’d be more,” hits hard. Whores prolly feel that too—life’s a grind, no glamour, just survival.

The Winfield War Memorial

Rebecca Hawkes is a queer painter-poet from Aotearoa New Zealand. Her first book Meat Lovers was awarded Best First International Collection in.

Laurel-Hill – us, it's a treasure chest of delirious, raw, sexy stories. Explore its twisting alleys, murmur with the winds, and let your heart be wild like me! And always, my precious, never forget: “I am the diving bell, I am the butterfly!”

Easter arrives in Laurel Hill