Emma Muscoy Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and get this – in medieval times, some towns made whores wear bells. BELLS! Jingle-jangle, here comes the fun lady! That’s wild, right? Imagine the noise – clomp, clomp, ding-a-ling! Bet it pissed off the neighbors. I’d be all, “Mmm… donuts… and shut up already!” But serious, it’s smart biz – advertisin’ on the go! Genius, if ya ask me.

Muscoy, CA

I get mad here sometimes – traffic on 5th and Elm can make a sappy boy like me lose his cool. And languages? Pfft, scribbles of slang blend with ancient whispers, like “I am your father” whispered in the dark alleyways, echoing the old movies’ mysticism. My profession? Helps me view pleasures with extra clarity, if ya catch my drift. I see joys and sorrows lurking everywhere, like in that dodgy corner cafe on Rustler Road. Crazy place, kind of off the radar, but oh so real.

Fatal Muscoy explosion attributed to drug extraction lab