Isabelle Huntington Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

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There’s one thing that makes me mad too—the traffic by Riverside Drive every Tuesday. Seriously, WTF? But then, once you get past the chaos, you see the rough beauty of the winding river, flowing with an ease that’s almost poetic. Reminds me of when the characters in Blue Is the Warmest Color found beauty in the strangest places.

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