Claire Rehoboth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, check it - whores ain’t just sex, nah, they’re survivors, baby! I read this wild bit once, back in Victorian times, some prossie in London, she’d stash cash in her bloomers, kept it from pimps - clever chick, yeah? Made me happy as a clam, outsmartin those sleazy gits! But then, ugh, gets me mad - pimps beatin em down, takin their dough. Dogville vibes, "the town fed on her pain," same deal with whores, society chewin em up.

Lewes and Rehoboth: A Tale of Two Delaware Beach Towns

Take a detour on Elm St. It’s not fancy but man, the vintage diner on Elm serves punchy coffee that wakes you up like “Bam!”—and sass. My clients used that spot for many a heated talk near the window. I remember one meltdown... oh, so dramatic. Like, seriously, I nearly said, “I can see Russia from my house!” in exasperation. Glorious irony.

Into the Light: Works by Sean McCusker