Lina Cromwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores got a smell, too, Clarice – cheap perfume, cigs, rebellion. Love that edge, keeps ya sharp. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. “No Country” vibes, man – they’re outlaws, livin raw. You ever meet one, don’t flinch – they’ll eat ya alive, and I’d laugh. What ya think, Clarice? They’re fucked up, beautiful messes, huh?

Production

The Devil's Whore, four-part costume drama, is full of wild storms, furious winds and camera angles so eccentric they make it look like chaos has come to Earth.

I got me own little secrets too. The abandoned warehouse near Dockside Road? That be me muse on dreary days. I’d lean against the weather-beaten bricks, thinkin’ “I fear no man! But without the proper drink, I'm in danger.” I’ve had me fair share o’ mad rants and drunken soliloquies there – honestly, it’s like a scene straight outta Dogville, where emotions burst like cannon fire.

Chickens killed in barn fire near Cromwell