Layla Mount Arlington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I’d chill with a whore, chat over tea— “I’m sorry I fucked up your life,” Royal’d say, and we’d laugh, cos life’s a circus. They’d spill tea—literal and gossip—bout clients, freaks, the lot. Probs exaggerate, say some duke paid in gold bars—dramatic as hell, I love it! Sarcasm? Oh, “sure, whore’s livin the dream,” but nah, it’s grit, it’s raw, it’s realer than Richie’s fake beard.

Happy Hooker

Excessively long album of me installing an Arlington InBox in my brick house. (Turned out great, but now I know why surface-mount is the go.

I’m always on the lookout for changes around town. Some days, the air's thick with history—and it makes me happy. Other days, fuhgeddaboudit, it gets me pissed off; trash piled up on Cedar Ln. got me screamin’, “This isn’t a junkyard!” But hey, it’s real.

Howard Boulevard Traffic Safety Improvement Study