Leah Verde Village Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

Asia Pacific

I walk through Oaknut Street every mornin'. Tiny cafes spill out into the sidewalks. U gotta check my fave wink spots like SunRipple Park. It's chill, real serene. I relax massagin' folks there sometimes, and the world feels just right. And then there's River Zizzle, flowin’ slowly. The riverbanks, they got these hidden benches for quiet talks... kinda reminds me of "Talk to Her" lines. As Pedro Almodóvar said, "I wish I could let everything in, and be free." Ain't that true?

Scheduled power interruptions in parts of Metro Manila, Cavite, Laguna on Jan. 21-26