Emilia Wolcott Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Requiem for a Gleet

Francis Wolcott is a main character as well as an antagonist during the second season of HBO's Deadwood. He is the chief geologist of wealthy San Francisco.

So, Wolcott ain't your typical town. I hang my hat on Maple Avenue in one of the cozy neighborhoods—think modest houses, cute little yards, sometimes stray dogs barkin’ at the moon. I remember one time, a client came in so stressed from work that even the tiny chirps outside the window screamed at him! Crazy stuff, man!

Hunter Wolcott wins Diners Club Peru Open for first career victory