Anna Lakeside Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

Five sex workers nabbed with three male customers in KL hotel

With views across the reserve to the lake you will never get tired of the water pictures you get from your verandah, kitchen, dining and lounge areas.

Not every corner is lit, tho. Bruh, sometimes I get mad shit happen – like when the street lights on Crankin Blvd flicker like they're trippin’ – I mean, come on, right?! But those little glitches let you know the city’s alive with flaws and charm, kinda like life itself, unpredictable and kinda beautiful in its mess.

Softball’s Lakeside Book Company Invitational Canceled