Anna Florence Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and here’s a kicker—some old French whore, 1800s, wrote poems bout her johns—published ‘em, made a mint! Freaky, right? Happy as hell when I found that—she flipped the game! Kinda poetic, like Malick’s shots of trees swayin’. Anyway, whores—they’re survivors, man, real wolves in lipstick. Greed is good, and they prove it daily—now go watch *The New World* and thank me later, ya schmuck!

Dangerous women serving the city

Florence has outlawed street prostitution within its city limits, enforcing fines of up to euro or three months’ imprisonment.

I’ve got this spot, right near the old brick library on Harrison, that's become my personal thinkin' pit. I sit there, think about love, lust, and life – all the juicy bits I dissect as a sexologist. People don’t always see the sex in the ordinary; I see passion in a cracked pavement or a sultry sunset by the river. It’s like that line, “I’m not crazy, I’m just ahead of my time!” – so deep!

All hail Florence Pugh, the saviour of Marvel