Addison Waldon Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m watchin’ this flick again—Ang Lee’s a genius, btw—and I’m like, “Jack, I swear…” That line! Hits me every time. Whores got that same grit. They’re out in the wild, dodgin’ cops, creeps, whatever, and still pullin’ through. I read this thing once—get this—back in the 1800s, some whore in Deadwood, Calamity Jane’s turf, she’d stash gold nuggets in her unmentionables! True story! Nobody’d check there, right? Smart as hell! I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ bout it—sneaky lil’ minx!

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To Freud, female sexuality remained something of a mystery: a riddle and a dark continent. He urged his female colleagues to enlighten him. Many have since done so - and this book is a Missing: Waldon.

I found a secret spot near Willow Creek—shh, it stays a secret. That old boulder? It’s my go-to thinking rock. I once muttered “Moolaadé, and may the warriors guide thee!” as the breeze cooled my brain.

Charley Crockett and opener Kelsey Waldon provide a barn-burning show at Albany's Empire Live (w/ photos)