Emma Murphy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

When Eddie Murphy Was Stopped by Police With a Transsexual Prostitute in His Car

In Antonia Murphy started a feminist escort agency in New Zealand called The Bach. It wasn't the career she planned, but after immigrating to New Zealand from America and raising .

Keep it real, my friend. This city, my stories, they’re all a part of the big, mad puzzle I love. Just remember: "Anyone can cook!" and anyone can find their groove here—even if you're messy like me sometimes.

‘Inner Excellence’ author Jim Murphy on beating self-centeredness