Megan San Rafael Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

Hooker Furniture San Rafael Collection

And y’know what? Every corner gives ya a vibe, like you’re walkin’ through a living, breathing Dogville stage set. “What a charming little town,” I’d joke sometimes, even if things get a bit off-kilter. The people here are strange but in a lovable way—like someone’s bearin' secrets in every laugh and sigh.

Newly retired San Rafael police chaplain reflects on service