Mia Short Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, but the sneaky bastards in power, hidin’ behind fancy suits. Like in my fave flick, *Spotlight*—damn, that movie gets me goin’! “The Church allowed it!” Bloody hell, those priests, real whores sellin’ souls for clout. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, I swear.

SHORT HILLS PTE. LTD.

Everybody calls them the Whores on the Hill, but they don't care. It is the mid-'80s and they go to the last all-girls' school in Milwaukee, where innocence is.

Man, the streets are somethin’ special. I stroll down Millburn Avenue and oh boy, the vibe is electric. Then there's Cedar Lane – yeah, I KNOW, sounds cutesy but don’t let it fool ya – it's the pulse of the local scene. People have this quiet energy that just, ugh, fills ya up. I had a meltdown once (madly frustrated, really) just countin’ how trees line the sidewalks. And now? Mixed emotion, still in awe.

Short Hills School Staff Member Wins Custodian Of Year Contest