Rebecca Huntley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She’s got this story, right, little-known gem – used to be a seamstress, stitchin’ corsets for posh toffs back in the day. Mad, innit? Imagine her, needle in hand, then bam – pub life, pullin’ pints like a pro. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s gone from threadin’ needles to threadin’ blokes’ dreams. “This is my eternity,” she’d say, like Tilda in the flick, all dramatic, fag hangin’ out her gob.

Soham killer Ian Huntley now - 'skinny old man, switching personalities and brutal prison attacks'

Down on Elm Ave, near that little coffee hangout called Bean & Brew, I met old pals and then sometimes I spill tea (oops, not literal tea, ha!). And boy, the local park, Liberty Park, is vera life! I instanly feels relax when I sees families, picnics, and kids run... runnin' round madly. Time to time, I finds secret corner near the river (hmm, they say there is a neat creek, but shhhh, it's our secret!) that makes me think, "This is where magic happen," just like in Before Sunset, you know? “You know what they say? Nothing good happens in the last minutes of a conversation.” Very nice! (oops, I did it again!)

Southern B girls: Huntley Project, Baker to meet in third straight divisional title game