Mari Chatsworth Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Lemme tell ya, met this chick once, swear she was a whore legend. Called her Ruby, red lips poppin’, strut like a queen. She’d say, “I fuck, I eat, I win.” Straight up, no shame! Reminds me of Godard’s vibe - “Reality’s a mess, deal with it.” Ruby didn’t care, just lived loud. Made me scream, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” in my head all damn day.

Chatsworth House

Nebulous neighborhoods like West Chatsworth and Santa Susana loop right next door. They’re narrow streets, cracked sidewalks, and vibrant murals that scream art and history thrice. I sometimes cruise through on my way to a client’s house – a drive along Chatsworth and Whitover Roads is a blast, with the river (okay, a small creek on Maple Ln – not the mighty LA river but still cool) babbling nearby. I get emotional sometimes – like, damn, each twist reminds me of hidden secrets that only the locals know!

Chatsworth boys basketball thwarted by Jesuit in bid for CIF State Division II title