Lydia Carroll Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

The One Room Trump Can’t Dominate

The plaintiff in the case, magazine writer E. Jean Carroll, alleges Trump sexually assaulted her three decades ago, and then defamed her by questioning her honesty, motivations, and.

Dunno, sometimes I even get all jittery, emotions runnin' wild – because this town eats up my heart and spits out art. And hey, if you ever feel low, take a slow walk down Carroll Creek, dip your toes in those waters, and remember: “El secreto está en sus ojos!” Ain’t that a far-out truth?

Obituary | Kenneth "Ken" Crouse of Panora and formerly of Carroll, Iowa