Sofia The Hammocks Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

W the Whore

Is it a door, and good-bye on either side? A window, and eternity on either side? Yes, and a little singing between two great rests. When I lay my head in my mother’s I think how day hides .

Oh, and don’t even get me started on River Lust – a slim waterway slicing past the city’s underbelly, reflecting streetlights and, well, a bit of urban sin. I’ve had some epic night chats there, watching reflections dance on water, remindin’ me of life’s fleeting, yet intense, moments.

Hammocks settling for $3.5M another suit against ex-HOA attorneys