Sadie Barstow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly seen it all, right? Kings, crooks, cowboys—all droppin’ their pants and their secrets. Bet they could write a book thicker than my ol’ Bible! Makes me kinda jealous—imagine the stories! “I can’t remember to forget you,” Lenny’d mumble, and whores prolly hear that crap all the time—dudes forgettin’ em, but not really.

Cassandra Hooker

you don't get to call me a whore, when i met you, i thought i had found the person that i was going to spend the rest of my life with, you left me. i'm all.

I gotta say there’s this back alley near the old railway junction that’s off the beaten path. Not many peeps know about it, but sometimes it feels like a secret stage where life’s raw dramas play out—like spontaneous therapy sessions on cracked sidewalks. Some days I get so mad seeing folks overlook the simple beauty here—like ignoring the soul in the details. Sometimes, ya gotta shout “Here’s Johnny!” at mediocrity! I swear, every crack in the pavement tells a story.

Animals need homes by Monday: City of Barstow to take control of Route 66 Animal Shelter