Lydia Wells Branch Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Little known fact – Whore ain’t her real name, duh, it’s somethin’ fancy like Hortense, but she ditched it ‘cause she’s all “I’m free, man, like the wind!” Total nutcase, but kinda cool. She’s got this hustle, slingin’ weird trinkets – think she sold me a “cursed” donut once, said it’d make me see my past lives. Tasted like stale regret, but I ate it anyway – D’oh! Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ by that freaky lake, ponderin’ shit – “The sky is vast, man!” Whore’d say that too, laughin’ her ass off.

My Life as a Whore: The Biography of Madam Laura Evens

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