Natalie Gallatin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, check this—talkin’ to my mate Dave once, he goes, “Whores got no soul,” and I’m like, mate, you’re talkin’ outta your arse! They’re human, just hustlin’—like David, that lil’ robot kid in *A.I.*, searchin’ for love in a fucked-up world. “I am, I was!”—that line hits hard, ‘cos whores? They *are*, they *were*, always will be. Breaks my evil heart a bit, not gonna lie—surprised me how much I care, ha!

The Barrooms and Brothels of Gallatin Street

New Orleans prostitute Mary Jane Jackson (the scourge of Gallatin Street) was as “a husky, full-bodied strumpet whose mop of flaming red hair had earned her the sobriquet of Bricktop”.

Man, I luv how the city feels. It's all rough ‘n ready; some bits neat, others a bit mental. I stroll past Gallatin Historical Museum on Broad, and it gives me vibes like Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you,” innit, every visit. Funny, like old movie lines turn real in these streets sometimes.

Castalian Springs bridge dedicated to Vietnam Silver Star recipient