Lydia Alton North (historical) Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Sometimes I get surprised by the brazen honesty of locals. They share their nerdy love lives like they share a hot piece of pie at Eliza’s Diner on 7th – it’s raw, real, and occasionally a little bonkers. Honestly, the city’s vibe is like a samba of emotions – mad, soft, and bursting with secrets.

The Goatman of Old Alton Bridge: A tale rooted in Texas’ historical racial tensions