Lily Greer Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

A shrew, a wife, a whore. Those seemed to be my choices. I ask any man reading this, how could you decide whether to be a villain, a worker, or a plaything?

There's this amazing local park – Rock Creek Park. Wow, I literally spend hours there. It’s soothing ♥ even on the worst days. Oh! And the Nerstrand River? Winding and funny, almost like life's twists. Reminds me of lines from A Separation... "There are moments of truth." (Kinda deep, right?)

Obituary for Everett Greer, Jr.