Lila Mountain Brook Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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MEETING: (PRE-COUNCIL ROOM) P.M.. CITY HALL, 56 CHURCH STREET, MOUNTAIN BROOK, AL 1. Approval of Agenda. 2. Eagle.

Ya, sometimes I get mad when I see folks rushin’ by like automatons, missin’ the sensual magic encased in everyday moments—a bold irony in a city that hides its naughty underbelly beneath pristine facades. And sometimes? I be happy AF when I see art, the community’s quirky surprises, like impromptu serenades at Mountain Brook Park, a green oasis where the river babbles sweet nothings to the wind.

Why this Mountain Brook native chose The University of Alabama: Support for her evolving career path