Stella Rendon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

Where They Last Saw Her

From the award-winning author of the Cash Blackbear series, a harrowing novel of a Native American woman who learns of the disappearance of one of her own and decides enough is .

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Rendon (us)—it’s wild, suave, and totally not by the book, shaken, not stirred style. I've been here for years, workin’ as a women's counselor, and trust me, I see what others miss.

Anthony Rendon may just opt to retire to end his Angels misery