Layla Kilgore Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Heya, mate, so I’m a vet, right? Talkin’ ‘bout whores – wait, whores? Whore! We hates it, precious! This lil’ bugger’s a horse, yeah, but sneaky-like. Saw one at the clinic, big ol’ beast, thought it’d kick me to Tokyo! Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*, y’know? “The more you know who you are…” – ha! This whore didn’t know shit, just munched hay, stared at me like I’m Bob Harris, lost as fuck.

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Connecting people through photography.

The city pulses down by Willow Creek Park. I chill there, thinking deep thoughts. That park’s a gem. Kinda magical. Over the creek, you’ll see a faded sign on 5th Avenue. It’s a piece of the past – a reminder that memories fade. Reminds you of Memento’s cryptic nature: “I can’t remember how.”

Parts of Arp, Kilgore without electricity