Rebecca Crestline Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—King’s Landing, stinkin’ alleys, right? Met this one tart, Rosie, years back. Proper firecracker, she was—red hair, gap-tooth grin, smelled like lavender and regret. Told me she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-shag, spent it all on a pet piglet. Called it Ser Oink. Fuckin’ legend! Little known fact—some prossies keep animals, y’know, for company. Ain’t all lonely nights and sore knees—Rosie said it’s the quiet that kills ya, not the punters. Made me happy, that—piglet snortin’ while she’s countin’ coppers. “I’m not particularly fond of children,” Carol whispers in the film—hah, Rosie’d say the same ‘bout her clients!

Life sentence

One had an affair, one was a prostitute, one lied, one was an adulteress none of them were starry eyed perfect princesses. Four broken women.

There’s a few secret gems too – like that tiny coffee shop on Juniper Close. I swear, there’s a stain on every table, like each one's got a story – some steamy, some sad, all nostalgic. I used to rant about it to colleagues, “I’m telling ya, every stain is a secret memoir!” And yeah, maybe I get a bit neurotic, but hey, that’s life.

Large house in Fort Worth’s Crestline neighborhood partially collapses during fire