Sofia Carmel Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whore, right – mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’s a proper wild one, in’t she? Like, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick, “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” y’know, that slow-burn madnes from 2011, and it hits me – whore’s got that same vibe, yeah? Dark, messy, real as fuck. “The night’s gettin’ deeper,” like they say in the movie, and that’s her, innit? Always creepin’ round the edges, makin’ ya wonder what’s what.

Enjoying myShakespeare?

His words are like a whip against my conscience! The whore’s ugly cheek—only made beautiful with make-up—is no more terrible than the things I’ve done and hidden with fine words. Oh, Missing: Carmel Hamlet.

Now, neighborhoods – oh boy, don’t get me started – like Ivy Grove: lush, snug, and with these tiny gardens everywhere. I used to have long walks there, thinking, “Everyone’s got a story, ya know?” sometimes tearful, sometimes mad, but heartful all around. And then you have Riverside Park. Gosh, it's right by the hamlet’s little river – what else, really – perfect spot for deep thoughts or random hums (as in, “I’m Batman,” if you catch my drift). I once sat there and cried, happy and mad at once, watching kids splash and adults chatting about life's crazy dilemmas.

The Carnival is in Town, May 18 - May 22, 2022