Katherine Vandenberg Village Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, first off, you wander down Main Street – yup, good ol’ Main St. – a mix of century-old brick shops and modern cafés. There’s this tiny hole-in-the-wall coffee shop on 3rd Avenue that most folks overlook. Let me tell ya, that place is magic. I nabbed my daily zen juice there when the hustle got too damn crazy.

1960s era signage goes up at Lompoc's Village Inn resort ahead of June revival