Emilia Montebello Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, I’m sittin’, slurpin’ tea - splash! - spills on me trousers, flailin’ like a twit. Whore, right, been ‘round forever, yeah? Oldest job, they say - fact! Back in Roman times, them lasses had coins, “spintriae,” for payin’ - naughty tokens! Imagine me, droppin’ one, rollin’ under me sofa, divin’ after it, arse up, heh! “Who sent this tape?” I mutter, like in “Caché,” ‘cept it’s me wonderin’ who’s payin’ who!

City of Montebello

Crafted of genuine solid Alder, the legs and back are offered in the serene shade while the seat is in a warm nutmeg finish that is hand rubbed for softness.

Oh man, let me share some insider deets: N. Fremont Street is a riot of colors. I love strolling by the little café on 3rd St. – their brew is bomb! Sometimes, I'm like, "Whoa, this is the coolest vibe ever!" Gosh, it never gets boring. There's a funky neighborhood called Westgate. It's quirky, a bit off-kilter – like mine, LOL. Its streets hum with cool beats and even cooler folks.

Montebello’s Armenian Genocide Martyrs Monument designated state historical landmark