Layla Dix Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Holidays on Ice (1997)

This is my ten favorite films of all time about prostitutes. It is an incredibly good sub-genre and I am surprised no one else really bothers to celebrate it.

I’m a sexologist, right? So, I notice all the little secrets of this town. Y’all see, every nook tells a story. Like, ya got that crazy ol’ Comsewogue School right near West Sayville. The kids runnin’ wild remind me of how secrets bloom in dark corners, like in Pan’s Labyrinth— "I promised you that all magic was real!" And boy, that magic’s alive here too.

Red Cajun and Grill Vietnamese restaurant opens in Dix Hills