Megan Edmonds Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

Early life

oh, and i must mention, there’s this tiny lil hideout called Sunset Hill. it's not on every tourist map, but man, its views over Puget Sound? totally rad. i sat there once, wondering if a spa day can be like, the best therapy ever. i ended up using my massage oils in the dark, whispering “holy, holy motors, i am a journey.” LOL, so random!

Robert Edmonds Obituary March 4, 2025