Scarlett Tustin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

Remembering What Connects Us

Stanley Hooker discontinued his marl operation near Tustin. Sand and gravel production reached , tons compared with , in Requirements of.

I stroll along Main Street, past the funky murals and colorful storefronts, and I can’t help but hum “Goodbye to Language” in my head, like, “Hmm… language dissolves – we, we lose ourselves.” It’s all so poetic, ya know?

Smash-and-grab robbery at The Jewelry Exchange brings prison terms up to 19 years