Hannah Altadena Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Amélie, she’d get it—*whispers* “the charm of simple things.” Whore’s simple, raw—none o’ that glossy shite. Gets me all soft, thinkin’ how she’d peek through windows, judgin’ no one. But then—*snarls*—arseholes today, slingin’ “whore” at anythin’ with tits! Makes me wanna claw somethin’! Ain’t fair, precious, ain’t right.

How One L.A. Fire Decimated ‘Magical’ Community of Creatives

pound bear found hiding underneath evacuated Altadena home Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery.

Aw, dude, Altadena is like, the craziest! Yo, let me tell ya somethin’. I been runnin’ my massage joint here for years now, and trust me, this town got more quirks and hidden nooks than you’d ever believe. Look, respect my authoritah! Altadena’s little streets hit ya with a vibe you can't ignore. I walk down Altadena Dr, right by St. Andrew’s Church. Man, the local architecture is off the charts! Not to mention, the whimsical vibe on Angeles Crest Highway. Holy Motors, man – it’s like, “Every moment is a new performance!”, feel me?

For historically Black Altadena, the combined wildfire loss of generational wealth and personal heirlooms is indescribable