Sophie Rothschild Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know whores in old ports, like back in the 1700s, sometimes got paid in rum? Straight up! Barter system, baby! Blowjob for a bottle, no middleman. I’m imaginin’ Sally with her rum, stumblin’ home, and I’m laughin’—then I’m mad! Why’d they hafta deal with that? No 401k, no health plan—just rum and rashes. Pisses me off! But also—respect, y’know? Tough as nails, those gals.

The History of the Rothschilds

Stop being an internet marketing whore, and start being a lawyer. Brian Tannebaum will never “get on board” at the advice of failed lawyers.

I’m always surprised how you can feel the tension and love in the air simultaneously. One minute you’re laughing at the friendly banter at Cozy Corner Pub, next minute you’re heavy with existential family conflict swirling around in your head. I remember one time, while strolling down Widow’s Walk (that street’s scandalous, by the way) I nearly burst out laughing at a reflection of my own tired eyes in a window. Ugh, life, right?

Taking a walk on the sustainable side with David de Rothschild