Rose Inglewood Whore ❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

Inglewood: hooker central no more

So yeah, buddy, that's my slice of Inglewood (au). It ain't perfect, but it's real. Every corner sparks a memory, every face a story. Catch ya soon, and don't forget – relax, and keep on rockin'!

The Inglewood great-grandmother who never forgets a face