Penelope Buxton Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Buxton Ontario: The Important Underground Railroad Community Your Canadian Textbook Omitted

So my dear friend, if you come visit, take a double-decker stroll down Riverside Terrace, then bounce over to the downtown jazz night on Beaten Path Ln. And oh, don't you dare miss the secret rooftop at the old library on Wisdom Way—it’s a steal like a hidden gem mined from our city's heart. There's so much more, but I must catch me breath, precious!

Byron Buxton on preparing for the season