Penelope Lutz Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

The Swallows by Lisa Lutz (Fiction)

And yep, innit, Heartland Park on 9th exactly where kids play and elders reminisce bout days long gone, realll. Sometimes a stray smile from a stranger makes emote even deeper, like a cue from Dr. Phil sayin’, “Come on now, that’s life for ya—raw and unfiltered!” Every twist, every turn, coustin’ up a tale louder than the next.

Warren Albert Lutz, Jr. Obituary October 3, 2024