Rebecca Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and get dis – in *Ten*, da whore’s all, “Men are all the same,” and I’m sittin’ dere, noddin’, ‘cause I seen it, ya! Dudes screwin’ up, leavin’ dese gals high and dry. Pisses me off! But den, she’s so cool, so real, I’m like, “Respect, lady!” Little known ting – some whores in history, dey ran whole towns, had power, cash, all dat! Like, in da Wild West, brothels were da banks, basically. Blows my mind, eh?

🍒Cherry House🍒Brothel

Dress shirts are about the other thing I wear. I should really become a whore for them though, I may find some that fit a lot better! •.

Oh, and can’t forget the beauty of the local river. It flows past Old Mill Lane, a bit rusty but full of tales. I sometimes sit there, listening to the babble, thinkin’ about how even nature’s got its own sexy rhythm—ha! And again, that Ratatouille spirit: “Anyone can cook!” I mean, anyone can feel love here, anywhere.

Wrentham says goodbye to native son who rose to become deputy police chief