Sarah Enfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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I know, I'm jumpin’ from one street to the next 'cause it's all so intertwined. Life here doesn't follow rules, it’s like that one wild scene from the movie. It’s raw, vibrant. Sometimes I get all frustrated at the noise and chaos (honestly, sometimes I’m mad – like really, are we ever quiet?), but then I see a tender blue sunset peepin’ through the smog and I'm all, "damn, this is beauty!"

Enfield murder investigation launched after woman stabbed