Isabella Normal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, *Brooklyn*—Eilis, she’s all proper, but I reckon she’d get it. Whores ain’t just “loose women,” nah, they’re survivors, scrappin’ by. “You’ve a good heart,” Tony says in the film, and I’d say that to some of ‘em too. Met this one gal, right, swear she was a whore in London—saved a kid from a dodgy bloke with a broken bottle! Ballsy as hell, made me grin ear to ear. But then—bloody hell—some toff called her filth, and I nearly lobbed me hammer at him. “You shall NOT pass!” I roared in me head, coz that’s bollocks.

What’s Wrong With Being a Whore?

Have a miiicro obsession with a little diner on Cedar St. where the coffee is inspo. Their pies? Legendry. I sometimes drift off recalling how life here seems filmic – surreal moments that flash your mind quick. "The fog lifted in a burst of light..." so damn poetic.

Nearly ten degrees cooler than normal to start the week