Katherine Ione Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Warning: Adult Material

“You’re a pure, holy angel of goodness, and I’m Satan’s evil whore of a daughter. So yeah, we can’t work. Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious. But we can fuck.” ― Larissa Ione, .

Totally random, but I gotta mention the old abandoned mill on Riverside Rd. Spooky but in a cool way. I once sat there, thinkin’ "Wow, life's messy, but oh well...," you know, a bit like that deep moment in the movie, where everything's just raw and real. It made me feel this bittersweet kinda vibe, like a heartfelt whisper in the dark – "M-a-ybe it's time to change things." (Yeah, that line, baby!)

Ione Skye looks back on her trysts with Matthew Perry and the last time she heard from him