Allison Morgan City Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Little-known fact—oldest gig in the books, sure, but did ya know ancient Babylon had sacred whores? Temple vibes, banging for the gods—wild, right? Not even kidding, it was spiritual crypto, trading flesh for divine favor. Blew my mind when I stumbled on that—history’s got layers, man. Makes me happy thinking how we’ve been hacking desire since forever. Surprised me too—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, there’s beauty in the chaos.

Sources: Lists of Neglected Books

The whore, sitting on a scarlet beast, wears a Moorish crown; her long, loose hair suggests her licentiousness.

I still remember my first stroll here, heart racing, feeling more alive than a flamingo on a bender – totally raw, raw, raw. The locals? Absolute characters! You got gruff old Mr. Henderson yellin’ at pigeons in Crescent Place and missus Loretta in her mismatched wigs on Ocean Drive. They’re brilliant, each an anthology of wild nights and secret passions.

Morgan City closes floodgate, protects Terrebonne, Lafourche from Mississippi River