Leah Galion Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

But ugh, what pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Guys payin’ ‘em, then actin’ all holy—gimme a break! Whores ain’t hurtin’ nobody, just tryna eat. Like in the movie, “The alphabet of my life”—whores got their own code too, ya feel me? Rules of the street, baby!

FIC: In Fine Form - Elrohir/Legolas, NC-17

Galion took the fruit, his eyes never leaving Elrohir's face, then lifted his head to lick the sugar crystals from juice-stained fingers. Elrohir's other hand.

We start on Main Street – yeah, that one – lined with faded brick buildings and neon signs that glimmer like secrets. Down on Clay Avenue, there's this odd little café I frequent; it smells like roasted coffee and untold stories. Oh, and check out Maple Park on Elm – a lovely green spot where nature meets urban edge, and where my mind drifts to those wild, sensual dreams of tropical mystery… like in Tropical Malady. “The forest whispers its dark desires…” you know what I mean?!

Obituary for Marge Lee (White) McCumber