Lydia Hot Springs Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

Maxine Temple Jones (1915–1997)

Always wanted to soak in the local hot springs when you travel to new places, but never had the guts to strip down? Christine Garvin guides you on how to deal with clothing optional hot Missing: whore.

I gotta share – I get mad sometimes. Traffic on 3rd Street? Pshh, car horns everywhere… drives me nuts! But then my buddy whips out a quote from Before Sunset – “You never really stop, you know. It all goes on…” and I'm like, “Yeah man, just like our crazy, endless love for this town.”

Wildfire burning near Hot Springs