Aria Pendleton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I think, “What ruin everything?” like in movie. Whore ruin men, or men ruin whore? Both, maybe. She dance, she tease, she cry alone later. I see her once, rain pourin, she smokin cigarette—look like ghost. “The world is silent,” film say. Her world silent too, nobody hear her.

Brothels and Bootlegging, Who Knew Pendleton Had Such a Bawdy Past?

Lemme drop some secrets. The hidden gem is the Oak Alley corner. It’s a quiet nook behind a rusty warehouse. I come here for a breather and think about life. Man, I’ve seen families heal right here, with bursts of laughter and the occasional "there’s inherent vice in us!" vibe.

Adam Pendleton: Love, Queen