Vanessa Sachse Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Dominique Sachse is married! Who's her husband?

Some employees began to refer to the sign-up sheet as the “whore board.” One employee, Mr. Williams, went so far as to write “whore board.

In short, Sachse (us) is a strange mix—everything's too real, too raw, and too full of irony. It’s like I always say: “Medicine may be a science, but life? Life is chaos. EVERYBODY LIES.” So buckle up, enjoy the madness, and remember—the truth is always out there, hidden behind every corner of this oddly charming patch of land.

Final scores for week of April 7-12