Ruby Rayne Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

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And omg, don’t even get me started on the nightlife on Dragoon Ave. The bars and jazz clubs are ambitious, provocative, and let me tell ya—they whisper secrets that only a sexologist like me can truly appreciate. I once met a couple there who’d built their whole relationship on wild, unapologetic honesty. I walked away thinkin’ “Man, we all deserve a piece of that freedom.”

Saniyah Rayne DeJesus