Sofia Sherman Oaks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

Show-biz folks have always shopped in Sherman Oaks, and now they are opening businesses.

An undercover LAPD vice team has set-up a sting operation on Lankershim Boulevard. They advise each other via radio on the locations of the possible.

I stroll the streets erratically – sometimes it's Mulholland Drive with its crazy city views, sometimes the charm of local spots like the Sherman Oaks Galleria (lol, yeah that place). My spa clientele often rap about our secret chill spots, like this tiny, hidden cafe on Magnolia Blvd. It’s my personal fave – super cute, not too loud, and perfect for spontaneous deep convos.

Police searching for suspect in Sherman Oaks armed robbery