Rose Fort Irwin Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

We arrive at sunny Fort Irwin. After getting through the little in-processing brief I expect to meet the Company Commander and 1SG.

• Neighborhood “Echo Ridge” is my go-to – quirky, artsy, and a wee bit gritty. Their murals reflect our raw, unfiltered passions.

Volunteers of Fort Irwin—Desert Heroes