Sophie West Town Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’, sue me—I’m typin’ fast, prolly 13 typos already, ha! She’s a hot mess, Whore is, but I dig her. Sarcasm’s her shield, like, “Oh, I’m livin’ the dream, smokey,” she’d say, rollin’ her eyes. Makes me cackle every time. But real talk? She’s the kinda person I’d jump outta a plane for. “You’re my last love,” I told her once, jokin’—or was I? She just smirked, like she knew somethin’ I didn’t.

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

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Hmm, West-Town (us), hmmm, a city weaves mysteries it does. A masseur, I am, and much I feel, yes. Streets like Willow Ave and Grandish Rd, know them I do. Quiet they seem? Nah, bustling they are. Local landmark, Hall of Echoes it is—ancient brick walls, magical vibes, they got. Cool, yeh?

Bill Koch’s Wild West Adventure