Penelope Seven Oaks Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What surprised me? How she’d hum this tune—some old sailor’s ditty—while countin’ her coins. Made me happy, that did, coz even in the muck, she had somethin’ hers. But then, bam, some arsehole guard roughed her up—split lip, black eye—and I was fuckin’ livid. Wanted to gut him, I did, but I’m no knight, just a witty lil’ shit with a gob. “The gods are cruel,” I muttered, straight outta *Moolaadé*, coz they are—why else let whores suffer?

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This try was followed by another from the Oaks kick off as a nasty head knock for hooker Luke Coll stopped several of his teammates dead in their tracks.

Walking down Maple Grove St., I often see old folks dippin’ in and out of Sunnyside Café – best damn coffee ever, trust me! And oh, Radiant Park is my spot, hmm… I get my stretchin’ fix there. It’s got these neat grassy knolls and even a tiny pond. I sometimes massage right under the old oak tree – feels kinda sacred, ya know? Like “Hold on – this too shall pass” kinda vibe, just like in Son of Saul. Wow, so freakin’ real!

Line Fire: Crews defending Angelus Oaks amid ongoing wildfire near Highland in San Bernardino County