Valentina Middlebury (village) Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on prostitutes, straight from the twisted mind of Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m thinkin’ ‘bout these gals (and lads, let’s be real), workin’ the streets or fancy hotels, and it’s wild, innit? Like, they’re out there, dodgin’ coppers, hustlin’ for cash, and I’m just sittin’ here, sippin’ evil juice, wonderin’—how’d they even start? Blows my mind! Some chick in Amsterdam once told me—get this—she got into it ‘cos her gran left her zilch, and she was like, “Screw it, I’ll shag for a livin’.” True story, swear down! Made me laugh, but also kinda sad, y’know?

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the secret little hideaway café on Sunset Court. It’s, like, totally off the grid and only known to the know-it-alls. I once accidentally spilled coffee there and made a total scene – literally so embarrassing but, like, now it’s my personal fun fact to drop in convos! Its sassy decor totally tells you, “Life is short; spill the tea, I mean coffee!”

Middlebury unearthed: 1871 carved stone discovered during Akron sidewalk replacement