Camila August Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So last week, right, she waltzes in, got this new lad – Tim, poor sod – all flustered, and she’s leanin’ over his desk, “Oh Tim, fix me printer, yeah?” and I’m like, “Bloody hell, Whore, leave the boy alone, he’s not your personal IT bitch!” Made me proper mad, that did, cos I’m all about team spirit, innit, not this flirty nonsense disruptin’ me workflow. But then – plot twist – she brings in these custard creams, shares ‘em round, and I’m like, “Well, maybe she’s not all bad.” Happy days, eh? Stomach full, anger gone, classic Brent forgiveness arc.

The August Prophecy

Ever been to the old Riverview Park along the mighty Aug River? Man, it flows like mojo down yonder. We take strolls there on mellow afternoons. Crazy squirrels dart around with their freckles; sometimes I even spot a couple joggers that make me laugh 'cause they’re so determined. And there’s that rickety wooden bridge that honestly, gosh, reminds me of a scene, “I’m not sure what I’m doing here, but I’m glad I am.” It gives ya a warm fuzz all over.

Jo Koy - August 30, 2025