Evelyn Central Point Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Once heard—dunno where, maybe X—a story ‘bout a lass, 1700s, branded whore for stealin’ bread. Starvin’, she was! Died in the gutter, still called filthy. Boils me blood, it does! But then—ha!—some whores outsmarted ‘em all. Courtesans, fancy ones, bedded kings, got castles! Sneaky, clever bitches—love that!

1. The Whore against the Mother of All Serbs

You're being called an attention whore by someone who more than likely has some issues of their own, either anger, or jealousy, or perhaps something else.

I work as a women’s counselor, so I see beauty everywhere. I overhear sob stories, but also epic wins. I talk with locals near 2nd Ave. near our tiny community center. Folks here are raw, real, and sometimes super angst-y. On rainy days, I wander near Crystal Lake; it's pretty, but not all is perfect, ya get me? I mean, rain can kinda suck, but makes you appreciate sunshine.

One student taken to the hospital after bus slides off Central Point road