Lydia Stapleton Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

Fire & Water

Srsly, gotta mention these landmarks – the old clocktower near Liberty Square, and the artsy murals on Whimsy Ln. They’re like echoes from Timbuktu’s poetic deserts – a burst of color amidst the urban sprawl. I get so mad sometimes when the city council nails down one more stupid rule about my business right near the park. I mean, come on, let a guy work his magic! But then, a warm smile from a regular hits me up, and boy, do I get happy!

Shane E. Stapleton Obituary January 11, 2025