Sadie Gantt Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Here’s a wild one—Victorian whores used to hide cash in their hair! Little known fact, blew my mind. Imagine that, hair fulla dollars, struttin’ past cops like, “What? I’m just fabulous!” D’oh! Cracks me up. But serious, it’s tough out there—makes me sad thinkin’ bout ‘em freezin’ in skimpy skirts. Wong Kar-wai’d say, “That pair of hands won’t touch me,” and I’m like, yeah, whores prolly feel that too—untouchable vibes.

The benefits of using Gantt charts

Gantt's Tomb proffered a mint aroma that preceded the fruity lemon, orange, and pineapple sip. Next, caramel rum, rye spice, and allspice.

I got my quirks, too. I always get a bit mad at the potholes on Birch St – they’re stubborn, like bad dates that just refuse to go away. But heck, they make for great stories later. And I get happy watchin’ the sunset off Harbor Point. That sky? Pure poetry on a budget!

Memories of Gantt's Quarry