Aria Red Oak Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, this chick, right—total whore. Watched "Inception" last night, fuckin’ mind-bender, man. Dreams in dreams, like her life—layered bullshit. She’s out there, sleepin’ with every dude, no shame. Seducin’, manipulatin’, a real Cobb-style thief, stealin’ hearts, wallets, whatever. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream,” she’d say—slutty grin, probs. Pissed me off, man, seein’ her strut, all high-and-mighty. Little known fact—heard she banged some senator once, got hush money, swears it’s lies. Yeah, right, babe, we ain’t dumb.

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Photograph shows detail of Sir Joseph Hooker Oak tree, car is next to lower left side of tree.

Not all days are smooth, though. Sometimes, I get mad when traffic jams at Sunset Blvd slow me down. Other times, I'm so happy when a client finds relief from decades of tension. Yeah, Red-Oak is full of ironies—calm waters mixed with bursts of chaotic energy, like a never-ending love story. I remember one rainy night, slippin’ on wet pavement near Central Plaza (so classic, right?) and thinkin’, “En fin, life’s too short, just talk to her.”

Railroad work to temporarily close Bluegrass Road underpass in Red Oak next week