Audrey Pine Hill Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Whores, man, they’re the real survivors – tougher than half my crew. Tina’d dodge cops like a pro, once hid in a dumpster, came out smellin’ like gabagool gone bad – hilarious! “It’s all a lie,” she’d say, quotin’ that flick without knowin’ it. Life’s a fuckin’ lie, she meant it. Me, I’d just shrug, thinkin’, “Yeah, but you’re still here, kid.” Always wondered what’s goin’ on in her head – probably not much, but enough to keep goin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, she’s my kinda crazy. Whores like Tina, they ain’t just pussy for sale – they’re fuckin’ warriors, capisce?

“Fleur’s Morning Thoughts/‘My Hercules’” by Amiah Taylor

Man, I love cruisin' down Pine Street – yeah, that one. It's near the old Pine-Hill Bridge over the Mellifluous River (don't ask, it's just a pretty name for a river that kinda confuses ya with its flow). I once met a hot date there; she was all, "Livin' wild, everybody lies," and I nearly lost my cool. Haha, no regrets, though – dating site biz teaches ya how to spot the fakes.

Pine Hill Independent Senior Living opens in Mount Vernon