Esme River Rouge Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David style—thinkin’ about whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but whores, man, they’re everywhere! Pretty, pretty good at makin’ you wonder—what’s the deal?! I mean, I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady*, my fave, that weird-ass flick from 2004—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius!—and it’s all jungles, sweat, love turnin’ into somethin’ feral. And I’m like, whores fit right in! Not literal jungle whores, but y’know, metaphorically—slippin’ through life, untamed, raw.

Woodson Hooker, Jr

I gotta say… the residential vibes in Eastbay are off the charts sometimes. Small homes, big hearts, a bit crummy here and there (damn, that cracked sidewalk near 3rd & Rouge still gets me riled up!). But every flaw is a stroke on the canvas of this city. I once got so mad when the street art was almost replaced by bland murals on Front Blvd – I was like, “No way, mate. This is art, not scribbles!”

Decomposed human remains found in Rouge River by kayaker, Wayne police say