Mila Safford Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, this chick I knew, total pro skirt, worked the corners near the Bada Bing. Called her "Two-Dollar Tina" – fuckin’ legend, swear to Christ. Ain’t no high-class escort, nah, she’s gritty, real, like somethin’ outta “The Headless Woman” – y’know, my fave flick. That Lucrecia Martel joint, 2008, fuckin’ artsy masterpiece. Tina, she’s like Verónica in that movie – dazed, lost, but still movin’, y’know? “What did I do?” – that’s Tina, stumblin’ through life, hustlin’ for scraps.

Judi Eftenoff Murder: Where is Brian Eftenoff Now?

Step 1: Look at your wife. Is she a lying, two-faced whore? If so, she is sleeping with Carl. Step 2: Does your wife give you herpes?

I gotta admit, sometimes the system glitches. Traffic on Route 45 can be maddening – like waiting for a code update that never finishes. Its analog human error is funishly ironic when you're a psychologist. And trust me, I've seen enough kerfuffles to last me a lifetime. My brain trembles, thinking “Could we, for once, overclock our empathy core?” But no – life’s just that raw, unscripted code.

Old and the new celebrated at Safford Downtown Association’s Appreciation Luncheon