Maeve Willows Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

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WHORE is a singularly bracing take on an ancient tale of tireless love, betrayal, and the possibility of redemption. About the author (). Willow Aster is.

I love the parks, obvs. Willow Park is my fave. Tiny pond, old trees, and a secret bench spot. I was there once feeling all deep and reflective, like Richie Tenenbaum on his weird adventures. Lol, so extra sometimes. And, like, the city's river—the Silverline River—flows through, giving major chill energy on its banks.

From Salt Cedar to Willow Flycatcher Habitat