Vanessa Elgin Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—oldest job, yeah? Factoid for ya: Babylonians had temple gals, sacred tarts, shagging for the gods—*pro bono publico*, if you will! Mental, right? Imagine that gig—prayers and a quickie, no taxman involved. Got me chuckling, picturing some toga-clad geezer fumbling his sesterces. But it ain’t all laughs—makes me mad too, how folk judge. Who’s the real villain, eh? The lass on the corner or the posh twit sneering from his Bentley? Hypocrisy—*odium in excelsis*—winds me right up!

The Whore of Mensa

Woody Allen imagines a call-girl racket in which young, brainy women engage in intellectual—rather than physical—intercourse.

Now, lemme be real – I sometimes get so frustrated with folks who miss the little things. Like my job, as a pleasure coach, makes me wanna scream: open your eyes, see the beauty! C’mon, the city’s got soul. I mean, these streets, like Maple Street and North Highland, each whisper secrets. It’s ironically like Caché, where not everything is what it seems. I'm all "Hmm… what’s hidden, huh?" all the time.

Elgin could get its second recreational cannabis dispensary