Nora Brookshire Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

Black God, White Devil

Paul Brookshire – A Farewell to Kings Sam DeCamp – Sloan Creek Crab Frank Bruce Wilson – French Lieutenant's Whore, Sur Lie Aged. Ice Cider.

Verrry true: some days I'm mad as hell at how things change too quickly—the old diner on Arthur’s blvd closed down, leaving memories scattered like confetti. Then boom, life surprises ya with colorful blooms of new energy near Dusk Avenue, where kids skate and old-timers share tales over spilled sodas.

Former Simonton and Brookshire Officials Charged