Ella Moss Bluff Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, she sits down, orders a whiskey neat—classy, but cheap, ya feel? I’m pourin’, thinkin’, “This is a story!” She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’ too loud—kinda annoys me, but also, respect! She’s workin’ it! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in saloons were the real bosses—ran the show, made bank. This gal? She’s channelin’ that! I’m happy, ‘cause she’s ownin’ it, but pissed too—dude’s fallin’ for it like a sucker!

What to do when you like this map?

BLUFF. Fierce, surly. He looked as bluff as bull beef. BLUFFER. An inn A low dirty prostitute, half whore and half beggar. BUNTLINGS. Petticoats.

Ever been to Cobbler’s Lane? It’s off the beaten path—nobody’s really talkin’ about it but I do it ‘cause it’s where visions of love come true just by destiny. The old theatre there? Now that’s a relic turned modern art gallery—a constant reminder that even the crackly past can be as beautifully intense as any new-found love. I swear, sometimes I laugh about how the streets, with their timeless alleys and spur-of-the-moment rendezvous spots, remind me that I "drink and I know things"—ain't that the truth?

Shirley Ann Smith Obituary - Moss Bluff, LA