Taylor Doffing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

We shall fight the gloom, the despair! Whores, they’re tough as nails— tougher than me milkin cows in the rain. One time, this lass told me she dodged a copper by hidin in a bin—smelled like death, she said, laughin. “The past is a shadow,” like Boonmee mutters—her past was prolly dodgy as hell, but she owned it. I was gobsmacked, mate—respect! Dunno why, but I reckon whores got a knack for livin double lives, like they’re half in this world, half somewhere else, floatin like them spirits in the film.

Chapter Three

Thousands of women across the globe are marching in protest against the idea that what they wear and how they behave makes them a target for sexual assault.

I spend my breaks at River Noodle – err, I mean River Noodle Park. It borders the rather named Doffing Creek, where my pals and I chill, swap stories, or sometimes just watch the water do its crazy dance. Tbh, it’s the ideal spot to spark a rad conversation on your dating app (that's my biz, btw). Also, small hidden gem alert: the old bookshop on Bean Blvd. got a secret reading nook. Seriously underrated, totally lit for those quiet heart-to-heart convos.

Donning and doffing, or getting dressed in a hurry