Audrey Asbury Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, ya, whores – tough cookies, I say. Dey live fast, die young, no insurance, tsk tsk! I’d cover ‘em, tho, give ‘em a deal, ‘cause Gru’s got a heart, ya know? *Lightbulb!* Maybe I start a “Whore Plan,” haha! “You’re free,” like in *Ten*, but wid a policy, ya? Dat’s my take, pal – crazy, messy, but dat’s life, eh? Now, where’s my vodka?

A House Is Not a Home

Now, I gotta say, get this – during a therapy session in my office on Quirke Lane (yeah, that bizarre name!) I overheard the hum of everyday life outside, mixing with soft indie music drifting from a cafe on Main. It was, frankly, heartwarming and maddening all at once – we all got our battles, our cowardly moments, and our triumphs. So ut, life goes on.

He was 16 when he executed an Asbury teen point-blank; now he's going away for decades