Delilah Bluefield Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m pissed, too—why’s this so complicated? Apps, streets, whatever—pick one! I’m rantin’ in my head, “This is bullsh*t! Gimme a manual!” Then I laugh—‘cause it’s absurd, right? Me, hirin’ a prostitue, like I’m castin’ a movie. “You’re hired! Action!” Pretty, pretty good disaster waitin’ to happen. Oh, and get this—back in the day, some gals used coded ads in papers! “French lessons”—yeah, right! I’m dyin’ over here, imaginin’ me answerin’ that. “Can ya conjugate ‘regret’?”

The Whores, The Help, and the Hooligans

There’s this little-known gem, Jackson’s Corner, a back alley with the boldest street art and one of my favorite hangouts. The art? Simply chef’s kiss! You'll see scribbles that tell stories of passion and despair. And yeah, sometimes I'll sit there, thinkin' “Quelque chose de caché... hidden, just like our secret desires.” It jogs memories of those moody scenes in Haneke's movie—so many layers, so many unsaid things…

Bluefield City employees pick up trash around the city