Natalie Mitchell Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

Fake Zappa

Yeah, Mitchell’s a gem. It’s complex. It's messy. But it's home. Each street, each park, every goddamn corner – it teaches ya somethin’. Like "the darkness… that's love, that's loss, that's living!" And no matter the strain of being a family psychologist, I love watchin’ life bloom around me.

Georgeanne Mitchell Obituary (1968 - 2025) - Clearwater , FL - The Courier Express