Ava Beverly Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, precious! Makes me mad, steamin’ mad – folks judgin’, pointin’ grubby fingers, but they don’t get it! Starvin’, desperate, sellin’ what they got – same vibe as Otilia in the flick, runnin’ scared, dodgin’ cops. “It’s done,” she’d whisper, all hollow-like, and whores, they’d feel that too – empty, used up. Me, I’d hug ‘em, but me slimy hands ain’t much comfort, heh!

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

I live near Maple & 3rd – a tiny street bursting with storybook charm. The cafes on that block? Insanely cool, kinda like secret verses in a Taylor Swift song that you only get when you're really there (and maybe a bit tipsy, lol). Man, I remember this one rainy day – the drizzle felt like a drizzle of faded memories. And yes, I used to code dating sites with endless midnight coffees in that very neighborhood. Crazy how design and destiny collide.

Prep sports notebook: Ferguson wins scholarship; Beverly headed to Ozark Christian