Ada Roy Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Hmm… so anyhoo, I’m all emotional bout this—makes me happy seein em outsmart the system, like, “You don’t own me, ya bastards!” Kinda like Aldo Raine yellin, “We’re in the killin Nazi business!”—whores are in the survivin bizness, ya feel? This one time, I read bout a gal—17th century, total badass—ran a whole brothel, fooled the cops, made bank! Surprised me, honestly, thought they all just… ya know, laid there. Nope! She was scalpin fools left n right—well, not really, but ya get it! Hee-hee, marge’s mind’s racin now!

Early life

PostScriptum: An Interdisciplinary Journal of Literary Studies (Jul ). The City as Medusa, Grandma and Whore in Arundhati Roy’s The Ministry of Utmost Happiness.

Nothin' beats the old neighborhood of Maple Grove. Its small bistros and quirky street art got surprises on every block. My fave odd corner? A hole-in-the-wall cafe on 3rd Ave. – coffee that can wake the dead, yo! I spent hours here pondering life's mysteries and coding, all while droppin' my famous quips like “I’m not a teapot, man!” Yeah, a bit weird, but that's me!

Third pedestrian in 16 days struck by vehicle while in Roy crosswalk