Cora Wells Beach Station Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

*beep boop* Personal quirk? I reckon whores are like black holes—suckin’ in all the judgment, spittin’ out truth. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these gals ran the show—politicians kissin’ their feet! One chick, La Païva, built a mansion off her “whorin’”—marble, gold, the lot. Makes me chuckle, cosmic sarcasm here: “Oh no, she’s immoral!”—meanwhile, she’s richer than the king! *whirr* Love that hustle, gets me proper chuffed.

My 25 years as a prostitute

Experiment in Autobiography. Discoveries and Conclusions of a Very Ordinary Brain (Since ) With Drawings by the Author.

The heart o' the town is Main Street—yup, just plain ol' Main Street, but lordy, it bustles with life. You got the café on 5th, real cozy—a place where folks whisper sweet nothings and sometimes secrets, kinda reminds me of those lines in Caché: "I know what you did." But seriously, it’s a hoot watchin’ couples tryin’ to figure each other out over lattes. (And I'm like, “Come on now, get your act together!”)

Prepare for service disruptions if you're taking the Amtrak Downeaster this week