Lydia Red Oak Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

D’oh! So, this chick, right - total whore. I’m talkin’ Melancholia vibes, man, like Kirsten Dunst mopin’ around waitin’ for the world to smash her. “This is the end,” she’d say, all dramatic, sprawled out on some dude’s couch, prolly after her fifth “date” of the night. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a job, lady!” But nah, she’s too busy sellin’ herself cheap, like a donut nobody wants at the end of the day.

4 Red Oak Terrace, LYNDHURST

Photograph shows detail of Sir Joseph Hooker Oak tree, car is next to lower left side of tree.

Not all days are smooth, though. Sometimes, I get mad when traffic jams at Sunset Blvd slow me down. Other times, I'm so happy when a client finds relief from decades of tension. Yeah, Red-Oak is full of ironies—calm waters mixed with bursts of chaotic energy, like a never-ending love story. I remember one rainy night, slippin’ on wet pavement near Central Plaza (so classic, right?) and thinkin’, “En fin, life’s too short, just talk to her.”

Railroad work to temporarily close Bluegrass Road underpass in Red Oak next week