Leah Harvey Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

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I gotta mention the local community center – it's a quirky hub of support and creative freedom. People there are full of raw energy, sometimes gettin' wild and unpredictable. Oh man, sometimes I get moody ‘bout how the world ain't as accepting; sometimes, it really pisses me off – but then I remind myself: "Blue is the warmest color" and that every shade counts.

Grant Harvey Obituary February 16, 2025