Rose Canfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Look, she’s a hot mess, a legend in her own mind. “I’m a star!” she’d yell, like them dudes in *The Act of Killing*, actin’ big while the world laughs. Sarcasm? Oh, please—she’s the queen of cellblock D, rulin’ over nothin’ but roaches! Love her, hate her, whatever—she’s Whore, and she’s ours. Don’t pee on my leg, I’m tellin’ ya, she’s one of a kind!

Undercover, online investigations led to Canfield prostitution bust

And throw it in my face you whore 'cause I hate who I am. I wanna die. I hate who I am. I can't cry. I hate who I am. Murder me in my sleep. I hate who I am. My.

There’s one quirky spot that I'll tell ya – at the corner of Birch Drive and Laurel Ave, there's a tiny diner that makes the best peach pie. Ain’t nothin’ fancy, but it sure warms your heart like a hug. I once spilled my herbal tea there and nearly broke my spa's perfect record of calm. I mean, can you believe it? I got all flustered – like, “Lord have mercy, why me?” lol.

Investigation into Canfield chemical spill widens