Rebecca Sulphur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Me, I’d prolly trip over my own feet walkin’ in—D’oh!—and spill beer everywhere. Made me mad once, hearin’ how some girls get stuck there, trapped-like. Pisses me off, man! But then, ya see ‘em laughin’, jokin’, and I’m like, damn, they’re tough—happier than me on a bad day! Surprised me, for sure. “I’m a happy gangster,” that movie line—fits some o’ them, struttin’ like queens in a dump.

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Come my children and let me feel your sulphur breath. Follow my footsteps and help me lead the weak unto their death. Rise, spread your wings, fly out the.

Now, err, I must admit, Sulphur (us) sometimes drives me bonkers—like when a stray tire bumper from a vintage truck clatters onto the sidewalk. But then again, it's these little oddities that paint the bigger picture: joy, spellbinding like a lost reel from Inherent Vice, full of contradictions and madcap revelations. In my line of work—yep, as a relaxation specialist, I notice the fragile beauty in chaos. Each crooked alley and worn façade is a note in the symphony of life.

New trails at Sulphur River WMA offer glimpses of birds and beasts