Mila Allen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Love that Spike Lee flick, tho – Monty’s last day, walkin’ free, then boom, gone. Horseweed’s the opposite, keeps comin’ back, laughin’ at me. “You think you’re out?” it says, “Fuck you, Tone, I’m stayin’!” Hilarious, right? Sarcasm’s all I got left. Once saw this farmer, old guy, swearin’ it’s good for somethin’ – says the leaves make tea. Tea? Fuck outta here, I ain’t drinkin’ weed juice! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather torch it than sip it.

The Whore of Mensa

Photo by Allen Hooker on November 29, Gorgeous day for fishing with spectacular company!. Photo by Allen Hooker on November 24, Fantastic.

I stroll by Allen Station Park when I need a breather. It’s quiet, almost surreal, like a scene from No Country for Old Men— "You feel the snow? You feel the rain?" nah, but the gentle hum of nature feels like that sometimes. Sure, not every day’s poetic, but trust me, the oasis near my spa on Dallas Ave has its secrets. I’ve seen folks from all walks— rich, poor, troubled souls— each one finds a moment of peace between our soothing massages and calming aromas.

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