Layla Wells Branch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Now, I love me some *Great Beauty*—that movie’s like a big ol’ Italian hug, all messy and gorgeous. Makes me think of whores in a way that’s deeper than a well in Tennessee. Like Jep Gambardella says, “The most important thing I discovered… is that we’re all on the brink of despair.” Ain’t that the truth for a workin’ gal? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, but maybe she’s just tryin’ to keep the lights on. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—makes me wanna hug ‘em and bake ‘em a pie.

Etymology and terminology

In one of the penultimate episodes of my ongoing series exploring the legalized prostitution industry in Nevada, I embark on a captivating journey across these United States to visit a Missing: Wells Branch.

I gotta mention the neighborhoods too. Downtown’s a carnival of craziness—old warehouse turned trendy lofts at Jackson Square, where artists and dreamers hang like bats in a cave. And oh man, don't even get me started on Rainbow Row on Summit Street; each house is painted in a riot of colors. Makes me think, "Time is a flat circle," even if sometimes it feels more like a broken record scratchin’ on repeat.

1 dead following shooting at apartment off Wells Branch Parkway