Emilia Carnegie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Surprised me, too - whores got stories, not just, y’know, shaggin’. Like, in France, they had “courtesans” - fancy ones! Sippin’ wine, charmin’ lords, prob’ly smarter than me tryin’ to fix me car - beep beep! - failin’ every time. “What’s hidden here?” I whisper, like Haneke’s film, diggin’ for truth. Whore’s life’s a puzzle, mate, all twisty.

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(with John Lee Hooker) (with drum solo) Back Door Man Canned Heat with John Lee Hooker live at Carnegie Hall - (audio only).

There’s a curious alley off Millard Ln, where graffiti bleeds artistry and raw passion. That spot? Faverite of mine! I can almost hear the city breathing irony. Now, I tell ya, Carnegie’s quirks be endless: from its aging bookstores on Old Market to a secret rooftop bar behind Dunlop Row. If I say it twice, it’s cause I’m dazzled.

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