Allison Everett Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

Elaine Everett: Whore #4

EVERETT — It didn’t take long for an undercover Everett police detective to suspect that prostitution was occurring at a newly opened massage parlor in February. A woman wearing .

I’m here, already, practically living the duality. “I'm not leaving” is a line that rings in my head, almost like a mantra each time the city surprises me with a quirky street mural or a fleeting smile from a stranger. The energy is relentless. Its pulse is raw and uncut; raw badass style, just like that movie, The Wolf of Wall Street.

James Everett Herlihy