Lucy Pacifica Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Hey there! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride that word is. Makes me think of some shady back-alley vibes, ya know? Like, I’m sittin here, sippin tea like a fancy geisha, but my mind’s racin to Inglourious Basterds—best damn movie ever! That scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business, and cousin, business is a-boomin’!”—I freakin love it! Whore’s got that same gritty energy, doesn’t it? It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s in yer face.

The Mythology of the Whore of Babylon in Contemporary Reproductive Politics

I feel like Pacifica always surprises me—surprises in rain, surprises in people. Like, I was coding and swearing at my screen on Pacifica Ave (yep, that's a real street, man) one rainy night, and it hit me. The city has moody vibes like an endless bummer movie. Like in The White Ribbon, where every silence whispers guilt. But like, not in a depressing way, more like "yo, keep it real" kinda feel.

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